The window twisted open
In a spiral motion
Stories on the street
Drive by like speeding chapters
A hammer can hit you
When you take the time to see
Happiness can take control so easy
When your mind is unconcerned
Still plugged in but not on
Is anything really important
Except the things you can’t see or touch
Or love
Still with no real definition
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The sun erupted
Light rose like erosion
To wash away
The night’s collection
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Poems
1.
I sit alone in a room
Wondering if it’s me or
Whether there’s something more
Going on.
Is he thinking about me?
Am I going crazy?
Is my heart coming to conclusions premature?
2.
I summon the courage
To text him and tell him how I feel.
It goes much better than expected,
He actually likes me,
Apparently as much as I like him.
I feel boundless joy about
What’s to come.
Poems
Farewell bitterness
Adieu hate and vengeance
Welcome compassion
Another day at the zoo and
Wally’s new job was to feed the apes.
Old Stanley had fed the apes
for 40 years and loved the job
but told Wally he was retiring.
He was showing Wally the ropes when
Wally got hit with a coconut
lobbed by JuJu, the oldest ape,
who liked Stanley but not Wally.
Stanley drove Wally to a dentist
to check the damage to his teeth
but the dentist wanted to be paid
in advance and Wally had
no money, only a bus pass
and a bag lunch back in his locker.
He had never had a credit card.
The dentist looked and sounded
like Mel Brooks and kept saying
he wanted his money before drilling.
Wally’s father came to the office
and started writing a big check
to the plumber who had come over
the previous week to fix the toilet.
Bleeding from the mouth Wally yelled,
“Dad, write the check to Mel Brooks,
not the plumber,” but his father said,
“Wally, shut up for a change” and he
kept writing the check to the plumber.
His father had been dead for 30 years
but he and Wally never got along well
when his father was alive either.
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After the others had welcomed him back,
had shaken his hand and returned to their desks,
another as ancient pulled over his chair
to inquire of him who six months before
had been taken away
on a pallet of interlocked arms
and parallel faces:
“What happened that day?
No one would say.”
Both men talked softly,
held cigarette rites:
the delights of the tapping,
the lighting, the stubbing,
the one man explaining,
the other one listening,
both of them knowing
a matter of months.
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Some day soon
Wall Street giants
will walk on their hands
never sit or sleep.
They will eat
with their feet
as nostrils drip
and neckties droop.
With toilets extinct
they will launch
missiles that blot out
the sun and moon
while in the dark
the constant dinosaur
of greed will roam
the avenue and eat
the little people
one chomp at a time.
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Dreaming to be played
Digital vinyl music sleeps;
All life clasped within.
Look so pretty you
no sound floats
out of my mouth
as I sit silent now
staring through you
boring in
wondering
what it is that
does this
to me now
and every time
I see you still
just out walking
talking
laughing with him
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Masks upon enticing masks,
Identities fade away,
Hungry for vivid dreams,
Wishes fade away,
Light felt too dark,
The dark felt too light!
Goodbyes sneak in,
The hellos fade away.