Original poem #51

Temporal Meditation

what is a moment
clouds on a peak
a sunburn
a still life
what does a raindrop
  know of floods

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Untitled, original poem #50

all files are dark
all plants hang low
all brains are in a field alone

all now sleeping
 at the palace door
in shadows deep
 that dance
  entrenched

hammering our spirit
and living off the blood
lapping the red flood
 from our faces
and licking our shadows
 with black priestly tongues

i draw in this blood

i spit out these thrones


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Untitled, original poem #49

i stretched
like a beggar
 baby
  i reached back
found my old hounds
and dry hothouse flowers
 where i left them
stoned-sleeping
 still
though steeped
 in a deeper nostalgia



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Untitled, original poem #48

wicked waters
dead dirt
murder
and money

wasted time
extended life
media
monopoly

dry riverbeds
powerless figureheads
meaningless democracy

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a penny
 printed
is a power
 perceived


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Untitled, original poem #47

worldly goods
words
and wooly written memoirs
funeral cost concerns
and casket color considerations
 scribed like living prayers
  into morning coffee notebooks

today
 in your sunshine
  i am dead


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Untitled, original poem #46 (Haiku)

tax man comes in spring

floods drown fields from winter’s death

sign away your boat

 

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Untitled, original poem #45

every experience
 is shark fins
icebergs and archipelagos
volcanic islands
 
even the depths
 are crenelated castle towers
  peering through a fog


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