In the Present

Through a collage of melancholy and isolation…

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In the history of red etched upon a maze of homeless yellows…

Parades a life easier to believe.

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Lone on the Beach

Long standing…lone pine cone on the beach.

Dipping of the day…shortly after, dark.

Every rounded stone…at Stone Park.

If only minutely, the head and the heart.

If only minimally, this moment, for that is all that I am.

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I savor the faded fedora.

Its thrift store style has always brought good favor.

When shade tosses itself within my eyes…the commonplace of it all.

There is only this.

This, my moment.

The air on a blade of wind…ever so small.

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Perhaps, if no one had a way to tell time…we’d spend less of it dwelling on age and, more of it focused on existence.

This is how you make yourself vanish into nothing.
And, this is how you make yourself worthy of the love that she
gave to you back when you didn’t own a beautiful thing.

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This is how you make yourself call your mother.
And, this is how you make yourself closer to your brother.
And, remember him back when he was small enough to help you sing.

This is how you see yourself floating on the ceiling.
And, this is how you help her when her heart stops beating.
What happened to the part of you that noticed every changing wind?

This is how you talk to her when no one else is listening.
And, this is how you help her when the muse goes missing.
You vanish so she can go drowning in a dream again.

You thought God was an architect, now you know.
He’s something like a pipe bomb ready to blow.
And, everything you built that’s all for show goes up in flames…
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You thought God was an architect, now you know.
He’s sitting in a black car ready to go.
You made some new friends after the show.
But you’ll forget their names…
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Baby Driver

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What if

What if

he came with his peg leg,

one good eye and

bearded face?

What if

What if

she came

an earthy Medusa

doused in musk?
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What if

What if

…it hadn’t been the same for

the sameness

in all of us?

Sparring with the spared

Don’t wait

It’ll be too soon before

judgments…

truth or dare.

Road trips

Steppin’ stones

Places to call home.
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Old bones soaked in snow

Barking dogs

Over grown swimming holes.

The opportunity to understand…

Christens the land.

Never to be forsaken

by the gun or the damaged hand.

Running into the nights

winked at by busted tail lights.

All inhibitions

Living moments

fading away not for spite.

Never a promise to

replace a day.

Still a student driver at the wheel

And, feels as good as freedom feels.
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Fortunate daughter

Fortunate Son

Indeed, we are the fortunate one.

Sorry, Mother

just a baby driver…

with a learning curve.

Wanting more than I deserve.

What if…

pain the reliever

Nirvana

today

believers

there is always meaning at the...end of becoming
there is always meaning at the…end of becoming

Come Tomorrow

Come tomorrow
Come tomorrow

Picture it as though it were tomorrow

Imagine the past…memories breezes

See it, touch it, through the sorrow.

We came this way but only a smattering of times

the decadent ebony night

the pleasing crisp apple toasted air

The dancing of dusk on twilight.

Tomorrow has cautioned us to the withering waters

A day from now…

New born spring

Nature’s creatures, heaven’s potters.

As memory grows

as the sod is sowed

as the help beholds

As we picture today…tomorrow.

Reflections of a sober soul to keep

And, the tears are mine to weep

the tears are mine to weep.

Come Tomorrow, destiny is exclusive and the past... only something we borrowed!
Come Tomorrow,
destiny is exclusive and the past…
only something we borrowed!
Come Tomorrow, destiny is exclusive and the past... only something we borrowed!
Come Tomorrow,
destiny is exclusive and the past…
only something we borrowed!