Poetry
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faux foodstuff
– models of masculinity –
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Keep The Change?
To me it was Their transaction: / A payment / Or collection / Now, literally Everything is given away.
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Sweet Sixteen – Sonnet XXVIII
And while I knew well it would not be a dream / I expected a little less grinding of gears.
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I’m Spicy!
Let my palate adjust / To the heat / And the sweet,
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Look without Edges
No matter the Framing, the Mat, or the Pane / The Whole of The Story it shall not contain.
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dissonance rules
We are all creatures / of habit, acting / as we always do.
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And thus I proceed – Amen.
Even with functioning eyes / Seeing can never be forced.
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Mirror
Loneliness is not / Truancy of Them; / ‘Tis the Roar of Self
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I’ve checked the flights from here to there
I’ve checked the flights from here to there, / And there to here, of course (of course!) / I’m sighing, and my Soul’s laid bare.
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Just Air
Just / Air
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rain, rain, go away?
My morning’s skies of blue soon turned to gray / The moment’s respite gone in sheets of rain
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Sonnet XXVII – formed in space
Some bits and bytes of sound and light combine
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spiritus
the breath so long withheld
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leaving hope behind
branches reach across the chasm of flat, liquid nothingness
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egregious offense
risk brokenness to gain everything.
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Sonnet XXVI – An Independent Spirit’s Shaded Hue
The day which marks our freedom dawns anew, but just what freedom’s for is in dispute.
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Missing Mexico
‘Neath azure Latin skies
