The Dance

Hush! They’re playing
our song, notes strong and
defiant, self-reliant

Rugged individualist,
lone pugilist
against
the world.  No sense in panic–
the frantic beat is enough, don’t you think?

The floater sinks and the
sinker swims, so many sins, so little
Time.
The mind is not the monster, nor
the hero in the heavens. News at Eleven;
breaking story: how much more we gonna take
before the dam breaks?

Hush! They’re playing our song…

…And the dance goes on

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Thinking Out Loud

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If butterfly wings,
having sired the storm,
presage a chaos yet to be born...then
                                regardless of form
beauty is beauty and
                                      fire is warm.

And if, once washed, the bowl remains         full,

then life is not over
no matter the pull

Last but not least 
                                              the feast.

First Step

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The moment of recognition
right before the end;
begin to understand
the future lies not behind but ahead.

Collision between one and other–
everyone’s brother, nobody’s friend.
Cold is the flame
that gnaws at the frame of existence

In one instance, at least, a reprieve
no thievery here. Never
Fear–the normal wear and tear
will take you before you can grasp

the questions you can’t ask
or have answered. A glance
from the corner of down-turned eye
and a sigh of relief

the chief of these is
the first step of many

Another Day

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The world was never my oyster
at best a broken toaster
just enough to burn your fingers
when you try to take the slices
pleasures can’t be vices
a maze that’s full of mice is just
another day at the races
so many faces so little voice
and every thought’s a choice between
living and existing
and all the while
a hidden smile insists on
persisting.

Turn that frown upside down–

then let the tear-waters rise
until you

drown

Perhaps

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Perhaps
if I were tall and blonde
if my profile picture belonged
on the cover of Vogue or Elle–
Ah, well!–
You never can tell a face by its features,
or beautiful thoughts from beautiful creatures.
If anyone could, none would be teachers.
And now,
I think,
we ought to go behind the bleachers.

Fool Me Twice

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Friend: a
word, so long as no more
words are heard. Truth be told,
grow old in doubt, and
when you shout, no rope
responds. Life preserved
to sink or swim, then sink
again.

And when the waters,
once receded, flood anew…

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