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I feel . . .

I feel . . .
I feel life
I feel loss

don't know death
so can't feel it
today

I saw bright flowers,
picked blue berries,
(a mixing bowl full)

visited my VA doctor
ordered a creamy breve,
served by a sensuous woman.

walked around the garden
ate a few cherry tomatoes
looked at the dogwood tree,

a living memorial to life
here breathing with us all,
gifted by two dear friends...

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a Bloody Tune in 1968

They bend him in half, bind ankles to wrists
and drop him in the 55 gallon drum,
so only his butt sticks out.

Voice 1: How they keep them lil’ skinny mo’ fuckers from totally disappearing?
Voice 2: Man, they fill them barrels halfway with rocks.

The ROKS (Republic of Korean Soldiers)
beat an early morning tune on that butt
sinking fast.

First there’s the bloody butt,
then the butt b...

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the Space Creep

entry picture

We get stoned out on the gun.
When Brady joins us with his big head,
we crack jokes and run for cover.

Run for your lives.
The Space Creep has landed.
Hey brother, take off that head.

We hide behind sandbags
to blast the Creep with bullets, grenades
and the M72 LAW.

He stands in the middle of the gun pit,
with his hands pressed to his ears,
screaming,

Come on you guys.
Cut it out.
...

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Superstition

Superstition

imagine 6 kids
walking hand in hand
two by two

four girls
two boys
behind Ma.

We sing out loud
'Step on a crack,
break your mother's back'.

We joy fully avoid
still hand in hand
the pavement cracks.

Ma turns and says
'You all shut up'
and we do.

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Eye Peace

Eye Peace

we hold hands, mama and me, climb the steps to Lester Weintraub,
OPTOMETRIST.

he tests me with the chart, changes lenses in the two-eyed machine.
blinds me with his pen light gizmo.

says    SEE YOU TOMORROW.

we go back the next night, and he adjusts my new glasses.
i look out the window for the first time and see the river, Brooklyn,
my reflection in a glass pane.

HOW ...

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Your Worst Nightmare

Your Worst Nightmare

I am your night mare
bitch in heat   volcanic
ash   budding embers
laying-low until next time.

Dishes   pots and pans
full food cans
flung across the room
puts ‘I love you’ to the test.

Do you pass or fail
to see the light of day
each time   you look that way
and see me there?

Your Worst Nightmare.

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a Blank Page

a Blank Page

She was ninety-five and bedridden for 30 plus years. There were caregivers and her window faced the Catholic Church spires. Laying there, looking out praying, she died.

Deb and I were offered the apartment, if we moved everything out and did all the necessary repairs. Deb took much of the woman’s clothing to the theatre. We kept the dishes, cookware, and a few furnishings.

He...

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Bullet-Ten Questions

Bullet-Ten Questions

***
Who breaks the law?
illegals

Who makes the law?
Legals came here

killed the native buffalo food
chained a people’s body and mind
tested bombs on 2 Asian cities

and they still make the law.

***
in Poor Town
a child today may be an adult killed
by a killer tomorrow.

Will your child be killer killed or a killed killer?

***
Head or Heart?
One is ...

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We will outlive them.

We will outlive them.
Mama, outlive who?

Those that mute our voices
and chain our bodies

Those that collude and sentence us
to gas chambers and electric chairs

Those that tell their children
we are rabble, rats and roaches

Those that cage our children
and banish us to other places

Child, think on this.
Wherein lies our differences?

We breathe the same air.
and inhabit the ...

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Because

Because

Because life is like that.
In one door, out the other.
We live in between doors.

Because I walked outside
& Kaia was on the deck
looking up at me.

Because I was thinking, ‘You’re pretty’ 
and just thinking won’t get very far
in the 3-D world

Because children come here
as mystery and fertile landscapes
open to share the gifts they provide.

Because Tipping is allowed f...

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superstition

imagine 6 kids
walking hand in hand
two by two

four girls
two boys
behind Ma.

We sing out loud
'step on a crack
break your mother's back'

We joy fully avoid
still hand in hand
the pavement cracks.

Ma turns and says
'You all shut up'
and we do.

f

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Forget 1

Forget 1

Vietnam, a long ago
still changing story.
be hear live now.

war is war
not confined to yesteryear
or even yesterday.

You want war?
Have a 'my way' fight. 
I'm right. No. I'm right.

you want war?
It's not mine to give
receive accept whatever

Go to war? You sure?
You don't need a gun
to keep dying alive.

Sit. Stand. 
Be tall. Be small.
Be all is the mix

1 ha...

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