Reprise

i read at least 15 pages a day
on events that would make you cry
sometime i think i should become
the devil to fight the devil



*

A Strong Storm Today

i read at least 15 pages a day
on events that would make you cry
being strong and wise takes its toll




**

The Right Discussion For That

i'm not overly honest on feast or famine
i don't want to suffer too much
or be frightening everyone all day




*

Manage That Last Relationship

there is unending support of my arguments
for me to win but that is not what i want

begrudgingly admit it is your own fault due to negativity
or sins from some past life's recycling bill



***

when i think of home

when i think of home

white walls and red tile roof
halfway up the hill with deer and quail

i remember the backyard deck
our dalmatians
who escaped if they could
into the christmas tree farm next door

three lawns to mow
the smell of wet hot grass
as i dumped out
the lawnmower bag in the garden

my mother scaring off the dogs
from digging in the corn with mousetraps
she got the snails
with small saucers of beer

the dogs would eat grapes off the vine
they'd sit under the vines
eat in the shade
i was the one that taught them

later friends would come over

i picked my room because i could see them
when they came up the street



***

Click Click

gold plated squirrel traps
don't catch rodents made of gold

but if you go looking
you may find a leak in the roof


**

Well There You Go

nobody has courtesy names
so we don't know who is who
in the office or on the street


**

Bang Around on Every Device

graciously he acted without grace
to prove it could be done

how lovelier the world would be
if we'd stop making fun of fun


**

a season of nothing will be brighter and happier than you will ever be

a season of nothing will be brighter and happier than you will ever be
so why do you say the stems are too long on these flowers
or the endless horizons are too far



***

Is This One

it is joels fault
it is your fault
it is literally my fault




*

I'm Listening and Thinking

thoughts and prayers
powered by hopes and dreams
and intentional cruelty



*

Did You Say 18 Months?

it just seems really strange
if that makes you feel
so much better


*

Uh ... Cat 5!

ha ha ha ha
bam bam bam bam
i'm just gonna say yes



*

Oh Yah

this door could be useful
turns out it blocks
installed the wrong way




*

We are Making Progress

all have various things
we regard not as a sin
to offer to other people



*

5% of Them Were 6 People on a Terrible Job

what dread i feel
on such a gentle level
one accustomed to it



*

The Conversation is Almost Inconceivable

i can find things
but if i do
i am telling lies



*

i dream everything makes sense

i dream everything makes sense
even you being gone
everything i lost

every question i wanted answered
every riddle for solving
plainly laid out

that was great and i thanked god
i thanked buddha and padmakara too
everyone was involved

i woke up and the feeling stayed
nothing is wrong everything in place
just as it should be

i was free of a load i've been carrying
the weight of thinking and knowing worry
understanding you'll find no answers

simple certainty stayed for many days
then slowly fades and i compare raindrops to raindrops

and i get back into hating you
and missing everything i think i lost

which motivates me in the end
to keep dreaming and making sense

dreaming the mountain the camp and the climbers

dreaming the mountain the camp and the climbers
perfect blue sky with no storms for climbing
one peak a shoulder the other my nose
time holds still if i move and proceeds when i'm still



8

desire is like a seed

desire is like a seed
every mind grows beyond it
if the consciousnesses will ever flower

heartbroken over
a saturday night call that was never made
my life just the thread in a cheap detective story





xxxxx

soaring heart/ clashing brain

soaring heart
clashing brain
and a mean little mind
inside called pride
who'd have you
store everything
keep it locked
till you die

so don't



***

some people i never stop thinking about

some people i never stop thinking about
like you & me then one day i forgot to remember
and i was and flew free like dandelion fluff




****

raindrops fall

raindrops fall
every one a worry

before as a child
each was a new joy

how the mind wanders
in a land of nothing

still i'm grateful
for each drop

resolve in this
to happier time

even grace

which is possible
if you decide



+

thoughts are the counterfeit bills of the mind

thoughts are the counterfeit bills of the mind

consciousness passing as much as it thinks

to give weight or credence to every fantasy

attaching valuation to what is brilliant space




**

every language is meant to be forgotten

every language is meant to be forgotten
once true contact is made

from words to inside the moment
on the feelings so fleeting

evening expansive night stars
swaying lanterns lit we are all family

then back to language as we must go
au revoir e saúdinha so long



**

reduce the words

reduce the words
until just the
outline remains
of fleeting memory
so it haunts
the letters


reduce
until the
outline
of memory
haunts
the letters


reduce
until
memory
haunts
letters


****

i am willing to subvert my mind with the deadliest of all poisons

i am willing to subvert my mind with the deadliest of all poisons
 a little bit everyday by reading the news

it does me no good but when you are dying of grasping and aversion
  you come to crave what is excoriating the soul


***

i go outside and meet my neighbor a rabbit

i go outside and meet my neighbor a rabbit
rabbit is rabbit all the time and is here just so
i am human & often other places in my mind

sitting in the grass he regards me as
i lay my hand on the gate and the rabbit is gone
soon i am too for my job down the road

rabbit doesn't have a name and neither do i
rabbit doesn't have a job and neither do i
i see rabbit and rabbit sees me



***

i pray to the flying buddhas

i pray to the flying buddhas

they look like jets

i pray to the jumping buddhas

they look like rabbits

i pray to the buddhas in every 

disguise they take on

even if a buddha answers to be

a bus driver or a bodhisattva

****

endlessly

approaching the second fathers day without my dad
i feel like a house half moved out of now moved out to 2/3

this is all i have i want more so i make more in my head
with planes in the afternoon soaring overhead through beautiful clouds

with sunshine on the clouds and on the planes beautifully shining
i am ignoring far flung gorgeousness with my rigorous denial of possibilities

me focusing on me and on my loss and my story not turning out the way i wanted
and not accepting loss which is not actually loss but is change

loss not being loss but discovery and evidence of the endless regeneration of the universe
that will seemingly bring us together and take us away but will also bring us together again

endlessly


***

Photo by Deborah Carmichael © 2019

go beyond everything

go beyond everything
even mind questioning
but how when
what does that mean?

even beyond this



**

every notion/ and prayer

every notion
and prayer

above us
below us

like sky
into water

reeds into
air

on my knees
i can see

how earth
sky meet



***

how many stars are in me?

how many stars are in me?
one million? a hundred million? a million million?
and i am unhappy about what someone said
or i choose to be pained by this day


**

is heart very far away?

is heart very far away?

no. only so far as me





-----

i'm a jigsaw puzzle / atoms from that star

i'm a jigsaw puzzle
atoms from that star
dust from another
pinch of that quasar
a handful of 1,000 others

god remembers all of them
plus remembers the beings
flora and fauna that basked
in those stars' light
each one every one

i'm built from minute
portions of all best hopes
dreams visions joys
desires that span great
gulfs of time be in me
and in you why we love

eye continues to delight
in new light breath
beneath a sky that seems
inexhaustible as beautiful
as it was before
and will always be

there's nothing common
to anything seen
to anything felt
to anything heard
or anything sacrificed
anything gained

nothing can be lost
everything starts again
each day contains
kaleidoscopes of
every noble urge
ready to be cherished


------

pick bicycle/ and be happy

pick bicycle
and be happy

ride with
your arms out

laugh ride
fly



----

spring
2019

i was thinking about you the other day

i was thinking about you the other day
how i thought i knew you and appreciated you
but i see that i was just assuming everything
because i miss you so much

your memory is tiny and excruciatingly bright
getting smaller and smaller every time i try
to make it big like a cathedral or a stupa
because i miss you so much

you would forbid me to go on with this
you'd laugh and say 'go make new friends' or 'keep having life'
it is what i would say to you if the roles were reverse
because i miss you so much


&&&

there is nothing like what i do

there is nothing like what i do
if i perform in a way intended
beyond any action or thought
like we admire light in the sky on clouds
or a bright lone star you cannot touch




@@@

noon

then i have no strength
thinking i am an idiot so are you
you can't stop me as well
i can't stop you but simply watch
as you do whatever you do
with hopefully the same compassion
i'd give myself

dazed i am in my ignorance
stunned i am in my presumption
insensible have i become in my views

night is here and
the garden is magnificent every songbird
and cricket and star put me in my place
everything i reasoned before was tired
and tied to whatever regular thinking
i could muster which becomes
totally exhausted

the mania of the mind a ruler broken
but still will resolve to measure a lens
distorted will propose a perfect open survey

finding resolve then
as a knowledgeable fool by
admission of my own plans mislaid
and not escaping identification nor
gathering you and saying you are so
then compassion is complete
the key found


***

i sailed a few times

i sailed a few times
these times have stayed with me
echoing over the rest of my life
goes to show anything i thought i wanted
strove for didn't matter to the guile and beguiling
underconciousness or primeval river


**


april 26

then other times

the time of death
is just a start of a new life

for you and for me
because i believe you are somewhere

like in a pureland
on a very nice tower w/ all your love

seeing me here
below your heart never forgetting

every little thing
and everything is no longer ordinary

*

then other times
the door is ajar the vista is empty

all paths lead up
you are nowhere and so am i

*

spring rain
wide fields and sky

here is my pulse
my eyes

my lasting memories
of you


***

for my father
4.22.19

just seeing

great labor

through the
geography of mind

life valleys
or mountains

climbed or
crossed in the

generating
consciousness

wandering
striving seeking

concluded with
victory of cessation

just seeing


-----

RWE
4.22

Gemma Augustea

to see it was to fill the mind with love
like a moonlit night visit to a garden of the gods and goddesses
or an impression of noon from high above the earth of perfect hue

for all our mural crowns and veils
cornucopia and realms of water floating Gaia worn and even weary
in ceasing struggle we find disposition gracefully through such a contest

at dusk it rained and there was still ice on the lake

at dusk it rained and there was still ice on the lake
a blue mist arose while the frozen water looked like stone
a grey slate

-----

Rice Lake

Behind

I wanted to buy bread and a few grams of milk. They said I was under in my hibernation hours, and the business they are running a strict one, they are saving the planet. I got a lot of nasty stares. I picked up my card and smiled at them.

"If I caught up on my hibernation hours, I'd get behind on my student loan payments."

They kept staring at me.

"Legally I'm required to pay my student loan, so I have to work and not hibernate. My stasis debt adds up. Because of this, I'm punished by not being able to buy food at your store. Then I have to travel to the government center to eat, and that takes time out of working."

"We don't care. You're burdening the roads, electrical infrastructure, and services because you are above your hibernation."

I shrugged.

"Why don't you pull in the same direction?"

I waved at them as I left.


****

Outside, the wind blew. I was cold. I had on a city jumpsuit, made of some kind of cheap duropaper, county shoes, a municipal jacket. The shoes smell, the jacket itches, the suit is a dirty white color with black marks on the elbows and knees. My clothing rental allowance was revoked. Replacement clothing, mandated, free. A felony to edit clothing, repair it, or alter it in any way. City, county, or municipality do not bother to supply underwear. Which is good, I suppose. The padded jacket never stops itching.

My hat is an heirloom, the only piece I posses, the only thing I own in this world. It is a 100 year old New York Yankees baseball cap.

I adjust the cap, and walk back to my hop. I roll up the metal door, showing my sleep niche set into the building wall, there is a fold out toilet, and retractable chair with tabletop and small dust screen. There is also a recessed storage drawer, and a small fridge full of nothing. It all takes up about 3 feet of sidewalk when opened. If you use the toilet, the whole world sees you go. At night you fold everything in, to avoid the wind and dust, and sleep with the vent in the metal door open.

Home sweet hop.

Dear __________,

June 11, 2046
(I think)

Dear __________,

The police know I am writing this, as it happens. They know everything nowadays, and they don't have to do anything to stop me.

They are waiting for me to fall asleep. Then they will come and stun me while I am unconscious, take me away, to whatever cryogenic prison. It may be years before they revive me, and I go on a quick secret trial and be executed.

No need to hide anything, or even confess here. They know when I fall asleep all my crimes will be laid bare, they will simply scan my mind, sift through billions of memories, use AI and algorithms to paint a picture of a thought criminal, having felony asocial attitudes, harboring deliberate creative thoughts with no socially redeeming values. They will measure how often I procrastinated, avoided being surveyed, pretended to fit in, pretended to agree.

I've been awake three days now, and I don't feel over tired for some reason. I may not feel a wall of fatigue because I know what will happen when I do close my eyes, it will be the end. It will be like dying. So I notice the little things, I appreciate my ordinary surroundings.

I rejoice that it is an unusually beautiful late afternoon. I think I've seen birds, or even butterflies playing but this is my imagination. Spring is here, and it might rain next week. I will never see you again. I thought that someday, despite how things are, we would be able to meet. Even if it affected your social score temporarily. But you need work and have so many people depending on you, and I would cost you too many points. We agreed in the past this was the reality. I thought in the end it would not bother me to not see you one last time. But I have been up for many days.

When I do fall asleep, I will dream about when you were born, and how the world was a different place than it is now. I will see hi rises without cameras, blue skies free of drones, and avenues without scanners. No checkpoints, no public humiliation broadcasts, no spontaneous crowd gathering shaming.  No fear of walking to fast, too slow, being too happy, or too sad. I will relive our home where you could lock your front door, own your own clothing, own books, or have pens and paper, and your ID wasn't printed on everything you are authorized to touch.

Crime does not exist anymore, the state made it non existent. People do not exist anymore, just compliant thinking objects. But this has become a diatribe, or a lecture.

**

The sun has set, and I can hear thousands of crickets. It is a timed recording of mine, all the crickets on Earth are extinct, just like every butterfly. I look around this apartment one last time, I bow to the crickets, I bow to the lingering light in the sky, I bow to the memory of you, I bow to the small red lights in the wall that record everything I say and do.

There was so much more I wanted to do for you, and for my life. If only I had acted with more courage, given more love, took more chances for what was right, this would not have happened. I am not certain, but it would not have hurt.

I will dream of you now, and be content with that. I look at what I have written, on this contraband paper, with this ancient pencil, and I see it is inadequate. I think of Pancho Villa who said to his compatriots: "It can't end this way! Tell them I said something!"

If only I had more to say! If only I was more than me in this room. If only there was more than just a feeling of distance and now heartbreak. But I come back to myself, and see we are all adequate. We are all outfitted to get through what is given to us. I am grateful now. I have no more to say. There is nothing to be said.

With anyone suffering or gone, still all was absolutely beautiful. Like this last moment, this night.


Yours,


__________________


****

Record no. 544 - E23// 656
Retrieved from the old internet, 2088
22.2345.222277.290090 7  5 M

3.26.19

i'm me
like a child
stands on
a balcony
and imagines
they are
a king



---

3.26.19

3.21.19

desecrations
we perform in our head
on any normal beautiful day

separate from
primeval innocence
that hovers almost like sky

in abiding
all is realized as one
we saw ourselves as actors


**

the day after the first day of spring
2019

can't blame sailors / for telling tales

can't blame sailors
for telling tales
even if they aren't true
ocean gives
the ocean takes from you
can take everything
if you make it back
sometimes
you need to say something
about what can't be explained
to those who won't believe


***

3.19.19

direct experience
nothing to say
but i can't help myself
it is quiet i speak

conflict arises as guru
illusory trials
through phantom places
gradually back home

the moon rises
just like before
when you thought
knew everything



**

3.19.19
almost spring

every

the ship sunk
in green ocean

guns pointed
at the sky

it was full
of people

full of fuel
and bombs

full of food
goods and shoes

full of papers
and tires

oil and rags
metal hinges

doors cups
beds blankets

glass and
wood

the green ocean
has absorbed it

like nature
will absorb us

out of
any fiery disaster

out of
any highest rage

out of
any terrible moment

every little thing

every detail

every person

natures
greatest serenity

cannot
be refused

as if it can't / happen to us

words are words
until they eat the writer

it has happened
many words and writers

some words and people
we miss and use frequently

as if it can't
happen to us


*

who knew something like this

who knew something like this could cause so much pain
and these
create so much anguish and i am so hungry

invaded my home
poisoned me

they look like stringy vegetables like wormy roots
taste like rabbits
i must eat i'm a big man

filthy clever full of whiles and deceit
my useless neighbors
a clan of fools

ODYSSEUS burned into my brain
no one
indeed too clever for your own good

who knew something like this could cause so much pain
and these
create so much anguish


----

Sicily

Mr. Hyakujô.in a Cloud

I saw a cloud, with the sun peering through, and it said:  "The law of cause and effect cannot be obscured." The cloud looked like Mr. Hyakujô.

Eurysaces and His Most Excellent Wife

Chung Tzu is here, reading the newspaper.

Eurysaces drops by and says, quite loudly, "EST HOC MONIMENTUM MARGEI VERGILEI EURSYACIS PISTORIS REDEMPTORIS APPARET."

Chung Tzu gives him a salute, where he is sitting.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak Latin."

"Don't worry, Son." says Eurysaces. "I was saying I bake."

"And his most excellent wife was as precious as a basket of bread.*" says Chung Tzu.




-----

Hat Lake



---------

* FUIT ATISTIA UXOR MIHEI FEMINA OPITUMA VEIXSIT QUOIUS CORPORIS RELIQUAE QUOD SUPERANT SUNT IN HOC PANARIO

Reading Koans

It is a winter morning, very bright, very cold. I read koans. They all seem to make sense.

"Snow shakes off the arms of trees." I observe to Chung Tzu

"You're a very busy little fellow in your noggin."says Chung Tzu.


----

Hat Lake

the universe will never forget you

the universe will never forget you
for the scratches that you made
or other marks that appear to smooth out
but are in fact eternal ripples
like every breath you took and every footstep
along all the journeys you took
through every happy or sad moment
on through every hope and doubt
none of us are ever forgotten
linked back to the first seed thought
back to the beginningless beginning
back to complete purity
as we seem to go out we in turn
are going back to complete purity


*

each night i revisit my collection of sleep

each night i revisit my collection of sleep
every dream like a record in a sleeve
favorite ones played so often there are deep grooves
each record plays for more than 1,000 years
but the needle always get bumped by dawn


*

sometimes when i meditate

sometimes when i meditate
i feel like a cat staring at a few potatoes

how can i know that? was i a cat before?
but it feels okay

the potatoes don't mind
all the buddhas don't mind




***

every poet
has god

as an
admirer


*

god is reading
all my poems

even the
bad ones



*

all my thoughts/ return to god

all my thoughts
return to god

even though
i don't know
who god is

just like

every bird
i see

flies in
the sky

free



*****

Alcohol and Drunkenness Are Forbidden on Mars

"Alcohol and drunkenness are forbidden on Mars," said the commander as he rammed the lifter over and over again into the main airlock.

human nature stands in the middle of the path

human nature stands in the middle of the path
blocking the way eating something messy
you're annoyed justifiably
you don't want what human nature is munching on
until you get closer and see it is ice cream


***

help me catch my mind it is trying to run away

help me catch my mind it is trying to run away
my mind saying it is not running away
ideas to fool me into being not vigilant
i am moving through a landscape that remembers nothing
nothing of me will be recalled when i am done with all opinions


__

Napa
Foster Road

unclasp your eyes from this writing / your beating heart is dreaming

unclasp your eyes from this writing
your beating heart is dreaming
the racing mind is free
a sky full of flowers bouquet
the trout in the stream sees
and fields upon fields are flowing
under a soft going breeze



#

sincerely please free me

what are you doing today / to block yourself from happiness?

i'm sorry this poem is not straight

the first thing to see \ is the moon

the first thing to see
is the moon
as obvious as you

then two stars
racing along side
fields of darkest blue

we look up
searching for clues
of what happens here

but we're from the sky
and we are from here too
all the same



^

the result of sleep \ is sometimes being tired

the result of sleep
is sometimes being tired
not knowing when i sleep

every insomniac dreams
when they are sure they are awake


&

i know less and less/ and the birds know all about air

i know less and less
the birds know all about air
so the birds never knew anything
they never thought they had to remember
anything


@

mr jump drives his car like a bird

mr jump drives his car like a bird
through the sky and to a branch to sway

eagles and sparrows sit in back
turning on heated seats as they listen to the radio

raw burgers and seeds for SNACKS

people passing by on the frozen lake
hear much twittering and chirping


***

Medicine Lake
2019

she's in the oven
like a pine cone
ready to explode




8

we do not start out in life to prove death
but in the end you will

so hold onto innocence
your delirious start

conserve the heart willing
to keep finding

view that sees treasure everywhere
wherever you look

bliss beyond all ends discovered
from this



888

can you imagine a world without certainty?

certainty can




***

It is earlier than I see,
My denied faith torments me:
Pens, papers, and even rent --
All the freedoms I've been sent.


@@

we are out there out of our minds

we are out there out of our minds
every far isolated place with no hope of rescue
a cunning hideout with no excuses



**

if you give me anything i will ruin it/ i cannot help myself

if you give me anything i will ruin it
i cannot help myself

even listening to music
i like to hear false notes

you are like this too
there are no lectures to be endured

everyone is creating disorder
it is called being alive

mishearing called
having opinions

*

i cannot have anything
nothing had me

when i see this i know
how beautiful everything is

my hands cannot be filled
nor anything stolen

we are passing along
like birds in an unending sky

any direction we flit
there is sky


***



for Jñana

a spoon and book/ book very old

a spoon and book
book very old
yellowed pages with dark ink
speckled with some foxing
a translation of the constitution of solon

winter day
steaming mug wafting
heat and moisture up up stirred
by a spoon and keeping the book
translation of solon in an impeccable state

irreplaceable this
spoon old book and bright day
increasing age over everything laid
but the essence just temporarily staid
translation demanded by the freedom sent


***

in dreams/ faces and wishes

in dreams
faces and wishes
washed reshod remade
reloaded for courage
for outrage or even bliss

so you may awaken
middle of the night
see yourself think
oh where and what is this
a person: me



---

1/3/19

with a mind given/ to infinite extremes

with a mind given
to infinite extremes
i realize thinking

let me see things
not as they are nor how
i wish them to be

***

Swede Lake
12/30/18

a whole field at night/ with a wood and a lake

a whole field at night
with a wood and a lake
and other fields
ringing with the silence
of a still night

then a falling snow
that starts without wind
so you can hold still
hear it landing everywhere

whispering on twigs
brushing on lake ice
murmur a song

the coldness
an old friend


-----

Hat Lake
December 26
2018

it is snowing today

what sleep
great long dreams

what mind

a waking life
saying it is supreme

it is snowing today



**

take guns away from boys/ and they want more guns

take guns away from boys
and they want more guns
because they are boys

boys love guns

you don't give them guns
they throw rocks and make
stick guns and swords

until they get interested in girls
so until they get there
have the boys play

and tell them to be careful
don't get shot by real guns
just play with fake ones

make sure

what a strange world we live in



*

things are needed / things abide

needed
things abide

even the stuff
you say is bad



*

there's a treehouse / with no shortage of excuses

there's a treehouse
with no shortage of excuses
but then it was needed
and you slept in it
as a teenager

it cuts to the bone
i thought we were friends
until you were not
our high principles
no calls back

we shouldn't expect
much from this hard world
our friendship seemed
of those things
that wouldn't be false

the treehouse is gone
so is the house the rest all
mind thinking
curious forever on things
that needn't be solved

a friend is always missed
even a false one or
someone who couldn't

in every ending
a new friend can be found


***

Rupe Tarpea

it was the place where traitors were thrown to their death
the greatest disgrace for all to see in the forum

now an airy garden with a straight path where we play chess
and eat cheese from the piazza della consolazione

are you shocked with the idea of what became before
if so how could we enjoy any sunny day in this world of law


**

she's a roman cat/ fancily fastidious

she's a roman cat

fancily fastidious 

living in the eternal city

therefore divine

striped on her back

white underneath

sunny spot sleeper

mouse killer exceptional

generations of her

from caligula or claudius

everyone admiring her

tail whiskers and face

***

Poem no. 63457

the devil goes to church
more often than you

give what you can
gracious and humble

**

below this innumerable/ trees and fields full

we have nothing to offer
everything to lose

at least in our minds
this supposed poverty

above all this stars
a free wind and big world

below this innumerable
trees and fields full


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see tomorrow

too much
enough
not enough
not a bean

avid reader
every hungry
satisfaction
often keen

but to own
or to borrow
who can say
see tomorrow


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home home

home home
cant be home
without home in my heart
without a heart for home
without my heart home




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anapaest, dactyl, spondee, trochee

anapaest, dactyl, spondee, trochee
some technique or mode
of word barbering
i rarely remember how i wish

thus i write these untrimmed poems
but those who know
more fashionable
literary cuts are fantastic


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who would have a nice cup of tea

who would have a nice cup of tea
without a gun fewer and rarer everyday




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in the garden of eden

every fountain or gem played music every bush had berries underneath without any skeletons in the garden of eden

god talked god walked and burnished every berry on every branch admiring all so and the dewdrops collected

soft death as unknown as any unhappy thought death never before never done never taken never chosen never got

over clean mud and clean filth was the greenest grass that reflected the perfect musical tones from all fountains and pearls

the tree in the middle the apple of the Almighty's eye the proud branches and the variable leaves that breathed and blew

we will not go back to the primeval revere the reverie the relation the reverberation the realization upon us forevermore

outwardly we go outwardly we seethe going going going upon blackness and void into seeming stars into seeming void

but there is a place in all of our hearts where fountains or gems sing music every bush with berries burnished a garden of eden


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a better girl/ a better man

a better girl
a better man

made this time
out of code and metal

and in this
there lies the sin


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silly to think / dogs don't dream

silly to think
dogs don't dream

they have the best
no fence leash bath

where the squirrel
is always caught

owners full of praise
petting giving snacks

days lazy nice
warm places to lay

nobody cursing
pulling on tail or ears

life of a puppy
never hurt or old


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Trick

all the time in the world
yet no time for today

mind like a magic trick
here then gone

my son does a card trick
he learned on YouTube

the better he gets
so i'd like to be at my own life



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any difficult thing

any difficult thing
is simple

just get out
of the way




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