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Insistence of Being

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And if I disappear, where would I go?The silence left behind will not be heardAmidst the noise. How long would it takeFor anyone to notice the absence? AndWould it matter? Would any of it matter?A church bell tolls, water gurgles,A bird chimes another,…

Insistence of Being

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And if I disappear, where would I go?The silence left behind will not be heardAmidst the noise. How long would it takeFor anyone to notice the absence? AndWould it matter? Would any of it matter?A church bell tolls, water gurgles,A bird chimes another,…

Prison

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We made of love a prisonTo hold us bothLike we couldn’t hold each otherWe furnished it wellWith all the loveWe couldn’t show one anotherAnd in it we drownedIn a display of domesticityBorn of our fevered dreamsBut we ended up forgettingWhere we startedO…

Prison

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We made of love a prisonTo hold us bothLike we couldn’t hold each otherWe furnished it wellWith all the loveWe couldn’t show one anotherAnd in it we drownedIn a display of domesticityBorn of our fevered dreamsBut we ended up forgettingWhere we startedO…

Somewhere

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Somewhere there’s a revolution, I hear,

Somewhere I used to know…

And here, in a darkening dusk,

In an expanse of grass

Turned purple by the silence,

I turn away…

This is life stripped of excesses:

No one else for days,

Voices all digitized,

The constant hum of a world

Churning itself.

I laugh just because

I miss the sound.

And they come

Seeking life;

They turn them away

Not knowing

It is life they bring.

Tell no one this,

I say it here in confidence,

Throw it to the dustbin of words.

There used to be someone

He wanted to be great

But forgot—

Where was I?

Ah, yes…

(Originally posted on Sep. 17, 2015)

Somewhere

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Somewhere there’s a revolution, I hear,

Somewhere I used to know…

And here, in a darkening dusk,

In an expanse of grass

Turned purple by the silence,

I turn away…

This is life stripped of excesses:

No one else for days,

Voices all digitized,

The constant hum of a world

Churning itself.

I laugh just because

I miss the sound.

And they come

Seeking life;

They turn them away

Not knowing

It is life they bring.

Tell no one this,

I say it here in confidence,

Throw it to the dustbin of words.

There used to be someone

He wanted to be great

But forgot—

Where was I?

Ah, yes…

(Originally posted on Sep. 17, 2015)

Reasons for Living—or Not

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It often begins with the low light of early spring:
the distant sounds of life on a chilly Sunday;
your reflection in a screen, bigger than it needs to be;
a dog nearing the end of her life, turning away
from food like only a dying animal can.
                                                            The last
to surrender is often the sense of the beginning,
that what might have been can still be. Instead
is a rigid sense of awakening, that this is all there is
and will be: a cold counting of assets, tabulating life,
seeing it on the losing end.
                                        And in the silence
connecting all—bathing you with your own thoughts
and the smelly leftovers of yesterday’s dream—
nothing much can be said or done:
not the anger, the last remnant of life;
not sweet abandon—only a persistence
as stubborn and meaningless as everything,
a refusal of the game and all it wills.
                                                      And yet
you remain unable to turn away—
not from fear, but from longing:
the closing of the eyes is often
harder than it appears to be.

(Originally posted on March 16, 2014)

Quartet of Endless Grey

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Wipe your foggy breath off the cold bus window;the snow-covered scape outside is darker than it.Watch your faint reflection in the streaky glass;the bus’s harsh fluorescent lights do you no favor.I never thought hunger could grow larger than the body,b…

Quartet of Endless Grey

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Wipe your foggy breath off the cold bus window;the snow-covered scape outside is darker than it.Watch your faint reflection in the streaky glass;the bus’s harsh fluorescent lights do you no favor.I never thought hunger could grow larger than the body,b…

Another Storm

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Again, like a shot in the arm,metal piercing the skin,sharp intake of breath,and the numbness…The snow keeps fallinglike frozen baby breath,careless and uncaring,covering wedding bandsand dog shit alike.Oh city icy as the skies,indifferent as only Go…

Another Storm

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Again, like a shot in the arm,metal piercing the skin,sharp intake of breath,and the numbness…The snow keeps fallinglike frozen baby breath,careless and uncaring,covering wedding bandsand dog shit alike.Oh city icy as the skies,indifferent as only Go…

No Return, No Exchange

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Here’s my life; take it,see what you can make of it.Like a gum that’s been chewedfor far too long, it’s lost its flavor.I’m done with it; and I’m afraidI’ve made quite the mess of it…There, see if you can do better.And let me know; I’m curious.But I …

No Return, No Exchange

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Here’s my life; take it,see what you can make of it.Like a gum that’s been chewedfor far too long, it’s lost its flavor.I’m done with it; and I’m afraidI’ve made quite the mess of it…There, see if you can do better.And let me know; I’m curious.But I …

Kill

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Kill, kill, kill everything.Kill the light falling on this pagelike a false promise of warmth;kill the news of a world in spiral.Kill time, cruel time, ruthless time,endless time, fleeting time, timelaying at your feet like a bored dog.Kill hope, …

Interruptus

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There was honking outside,rare, but reminiscentof other more vocal towns.There was an image insideof what you could seein such a place.There were footsteps and barking,the sounds of my silence;there was me nodding and moving,if only for the sake&n…

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