Existential

Trash Truth

Black bags triple tieda mountainside of mistakesstretch-marked sidespuddles of toxic probitypoked free from last night’s leaksrot smell lingers for weekssomeone’s cruel ideaof discreet. 

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Just Before 2

Time is a candlelit at birth,burning through your life.extinguished by strength,a harsh wind of a worryor the slow burn of a lifetime. Time is a nailhammering Christon his crooked cross.Believe he is the sunoffering you one-way eternityunder his glow. Time is illusion,marbled moonlight,creating lunar reflection.Follow her cyclical gameand always returnfrom whence you came. Below the […]

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Blossoming Sunset

Fell asleep beneath your fallen boughs, woke with luck at dusk. The thickest air, my private patio, your fallen black and blue, a perfect towel, for lounging in the setting sun, my pool. Forgetting pride, within your shadow I reveal what poets hide. My verse, a final minty kiss on scarred higher ground. My hands […]

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Overhauled

Bulldozers remodel neighbor’s home, fallen timbers unforgiven. Pot-bellied men pin and tuck saggy bits, resurfacing structure. Gaudy new facade exposes more faults than it conceals. Happy NaPoWriMo Day20. Today’s prompt is to write a new poem form for me called a Sijo. This is a traditional Korean poetic form. Like the haiku, it has three […]

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Ethereality

Cosmic plasmaexpanding from the lungs,exploding in swing song,the call and response of billions of years,playing our tune for the Almighty’s ears.Eternal expressions remain the same,jet streams of joy join hands withserious surface tension to expand.Despite the glow, the pop, the drain,being’s just another bubble blowingbecause of strain.

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Survival of the Silliest

Because we’ve neglected to get better, isn’t our generation far worse than its predecessors? It’s surely not survival of the fittest driving humankind’s existence like a bodybuilding, cross-fit marathon without end. No, buff bodies and battle-ax minds are often the first casualties of wars, diseases, and famines. Bright flames make the biggest targets. I dare […]

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Tombstones & Ice Cream Cones

Biking to the open market,slushy flakes evaporateas soon as they touch down.My pedals squeakpast ice cream conessold beside tombstones.What endless varietyavailable in each!We delight in the flavorof our coldstone treats. Tombstonesand ice cream cones,booming early spring.Handcrafted curvaturesgranite gelatos,all the distinct shadesof stele sorbets;pillars of relief,sold as solid,sugary grief. Tombstonesand ice cream cones;what a motif!Moments of […]

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Absolute Truth

The footsteps of home,they slip across a shiny surfacereflecting back imperfect reality,and in shadow,wisdom is discernible. Blobs of grayfloat like Plato’s shadows,never revealing our destinies.Our words create a chorusof mild melodies,automatic in discordance,charged in harmony;sounds knit togetheras comforting as a thick afghanpassed down through a million handsfrom great, great gran. Wrap yourself in the sounds […]

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A New Constellation

A new constellation was born last night.It tore the skin on the sky.Ripped it really,before bursting free into the void,no longer sheltered in the womb of nebula. Will its brightness matteramong the other countless dotsthat splatter the dead sky?Or did the higher power’s paintbrushsimply get a bit too weton its way to glossing another masterpiece? […]

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The Last Spring Clean

Toss the clutterto the clouds.What I want is not insidecramped closetsstuffed with miscellaneous mistakes,noisy knick knacks, andthe burly bones of the past;I buried my beast long ago. Excavating me,like digging my way out ofa cave that’s collapsed;I used to gasp,wheezing sournessa hollow tomb,conserving breath,biding time to death. Once resigned grave,make room!I am exiting youlike my […]

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