a nation's child spat out

from the echo womb

of mental masturbation

 

 

the low roar on the factory floor

a mere workweek substitute for

neurochemical castration by mundane

sunday conversation

 

 

gives us another alarm

a buzzer screaming

for all good prussian schoolkids

to let go of childhood dreams of freedom

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hope is a bloom bursting

into the noonday sun

 

a breeze that lingers

and piques the senses

 

saltwater welling 

behind unblinking eyelids

 

a moment of silence in memory 

 

and another page waiting to be revealed

in the chronicles stretching from the cradle

to the place where so many wordless prayers

are offered 

 

to home and a place where the hear...

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eleven hours and I can't stem the bleeding

 

the machines of men are blinking in the sun

their best laid plans in stop-motion

and their minor gods on the run

 

Inside is the day with no light

and the slivers of sharpened desire

diffuse among the grey matter

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"What seems to be your trouble, my child.” “It’s Irving Loon,” she said, sitting on the bed and playing with the empty highball glass she had brought in with her, ignoring the irony, “he was so happy back in Ontario. At ricing time, you see, all the families are together, everyone happy, Togetherness in Ojibwa land. Blasts, brawls, sex orgies, community sings, puberty rituals. All kinds of ...

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mudpack my eyes while
the honey bee's still dying

and lovers' smiles like golem
take up lives of their own

with single-slit precision
kill the two with one stone

drowning babel in slow cataclysm

and the scaffold burning fast
the angels used to get to me

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on the trapeze

we're birds trapped in the lashes of this perfect beast

weaving the gossamer filament

of infinite light in the great loop of time

 

we stab ourselves in the throat

to bleed the cherry waves of the Sun

compressing all our mortal dreams

into dying pulsars gushing streams of cosmic dust

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ancient wisteria vine

laces through trees

still waking

from winter's sleep

 

binds the dead up

with the living

 

but this cold sailor heart

is still

 

out of place and time

 

an anachronistic device

running down the clock

 

running all these nowhere roads

keeping the wheels hot

 

until my ship comes back in

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here I go again...

 

the moon is not so full

but the night air

is cool and sweet

like I remember it

 

one hand on the wheel

tied to the fight

 

the other sailing

on the night wind

like a bird's wing

freed for the flight

 

if I weren't on the lam way back when

would you have loved me like you did back then?

 

my life's a funny thing

 

--it...

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too many years

the man inside has struggled

to crack the mask

 

that fragile face

that forms the words

taken to task

when unburdened from

their unassuming place

 

now, times are hard

and many labors are

begging to be sold

 

now, the inward man is stolid

he will not bend

 

the crouching tigers remain hidden

and many fortunes stay untold

 

...

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“I’m sort of glad they’ve got the atomic bomb invented. If there’s ever another war, I’m going to sit right the hell on top of it. I’ll volunteer for it, I swear to God I will.”

 

--The Catcher In The Rye, J. D. Salinger

 

back down

face up

sun shine on

lung implosion

 

the bluffs

are anglin’

countdown’s on

to brain explosion

 

air lift

in flight

mid...

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touch the downy red petals

in the heat

 

see the swell of high noon sun

eclipse the blue sky above

 

for now we are oblivious to

the dew of our mouths

kissing the concrete of these ruins

 

and the oasis in the distance is become a sea

that has swallowed our hearts

yet the waters will not move

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all itchy skin and anxiety

leaning on my bleeding ear--

a picture of self-containment

 

lucid dreaming of the carpet

of clover my father laid for me

 

fresh in the dew of spring

before the tall grasses grew

 

before the northern breezes

blew the summer seed...

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I read the old farmhouse burned down--

reports blamed local kids who’d gotten carried away…

 

 

I remember the places inside

where we teased its silence like mice at play

and imagine the smell of dust in flames.

 

 

I long ago escaped the gravity of that planet

and this new knowledge doesn’t make a dent

in the universe I’m livin’ in

 

but there’s something ab...

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Put down the weapon

come to me

 

my head is swimming and I’m too gone

to save you from yourself

 

there is an abandoned nest

of baby birds I can’t reach

 

and I’m done with thinking words

might be just the thing

 

the thing I need to save me from

inadequacy and first-world guilt

 

my brothers put their arms around me

they haunt me in a lucid dream

...

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don't take it too seriously 

 

inside of these minds lie

the Graveyards of Empires 

 

the smile on the face betraying

only irreverence and irony 

at this meeting of disciplines

and athletic hopefuls

 

the game isn't nearly over

 

and many ideas are yet to rise

and be lost to the recesses of time

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