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Measure of Man
Hands spun on a dot Reflecting a scene before The peanut butter sandwich inside Or its crumbs on the floor The wise-crack comment That no one seems to get ever The sheer weight of stupidity In a mass...
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Mislabeled Morbid (For née LB)
We live in a land of the past, Books and pages are ways of old. We are pieces of historic quilts, Coming loose at the fold. Proper prints of precious paper, We have worshiped, day in and day out. Those...
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Hello Veronica, I will be there. Thank you, Terry_ Hello World, I will save you. Don’t worry, Terry_ Hello Bottle, I promise I will empty you. Best of luck, Terry_ Hello Minneapolis, You are claimed by...
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A Life Between
The abstract is incomplete, The perfect is completely done— Neither former, nor latter; A life between is more fun.
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Free Me
Blood for ink, the page for flesh, and few words for character description; their imprint does stain, the pinprick storyline of a feeling— I would sit and count for minutes, hours, days, months, years,...
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Perfect Artist
Sharing small town concepts, language, in hopes to pave a path; at a bar stool conversation, after an empty whisky shot throat-sting, as beer bubbles trace a 1/3 full pint glass. One local could move...
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A Good Day
A good day starts with a good morning, starts with clear sight, forgotten wrongs of yesterday, and an open mind, starts with a coffee in hand, ripened fruit, and reconnecting with loved ones, starts...
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The Miracle of You
That great idea sparkled, imagining a self that is beyond oneself, though alike all others, but different. Where breathing air is a miracle of filling a mass, and seeing for sight a mechanism viewed,...
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The places we’ve seen (have seen us)
Motion reflected between where you are and where you will be; Void for a shadow where you were, ever lying in wait to reconvene.
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Do We Ever Actually Sleep?
Entering new worlds to escape another I woke up from a dream in a lonely bed. Real life sat next to it on the nightstand, in the early stretches, in “slept like a rock” preparation for what’s to come....
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She Packs for The Train to Wisconsin
On such a late night sitting and full, Contents of a stir-fry made of tofu; She packs for Wisconsin: days away. Still I sit & watch and wait & laze.
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