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to my stalker:

 

you are the reason I no longer enjoy posting anything on this blog. You are insidious. I hope your karma comes back to you. You are everything that is wrong with the world–and a virtual coward to boot. Soon, I will take my website down altogether, and then how will you keep tabs?

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at·end·um
əˈtendəm/
noun
noun: at-end-um; plural noun: at-end-ahs
  1. an item of additional material of which you’re unsure, typically omissions, added at the end of a book or other publication.
  2. what? (comes next)
    Example: Atendum, I’d like to add…er…some brilliant observation.

The ice inside


 
Kaleidoscope I,

I
 

–tumble

–reform

–explode

–reform

–shatter

(pattern)

fracturing all the time

Heart breaks

–continuously

(chaining reactive)

–spirit implodes

constantly,

the revolutions of days

dulling shards

disjointing emotional skeleton

until

I no longer see

–or care to—

the incidental beauty

in skin-encased chaos

–just tumble

–reform

t

 u

  m

   b

  l

 e

and reform.

Perpetually remodeling

inner terrain.

For Rest


epiphanies

shed light,

and

sound light

but aren’t

(light)
 
 

–they’re weighted with truth

and time spent recognizing

such heavy, hidden creeds

In the past,

at impasse,

and on paths

treading restless mile

I’ve found feathers to mark

chance revelations

–flights of fancy grounded

before angels stood guard

and today when

a quill charged with breeze

drifted down from heaven

to land

precisely

in my hand,

The truth of my thoughts

was validated

–gold standard validated, and

piggybacked by realization

the most sacred insight

remains

unspoken.

 

 

 

 

To Aunt Nym

I collected crowds.

Pinned with hatpins

to observe close-up

–surfers, bikers, stoners,

academics &

athletes of all kind

I’d peg myself, too,

–such a square, I needed circles–

Sporting

wetsuits

‘til they dampened

leather & chains

–worn to distance myself

from pipes that burned

& quills clipped to locks

on lowest high corner

I’d switch, then, too

to

tweedless

less dum

turtlenecks

(2)

–good for earnestly peering at things

with telescoped neck

a connection uninjured

on account of those

unpinned helmets I also wore

–now I dunno—

I’ve considered Maid Marianne’s,

and thought about headdresses

forsaking skullies long ago

–maybe I’ll just go

hatless, now.

Absorb vitamin K

for a while.

 
 
 
 
 
 
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Must See


he was all over the map

here, there

every place I wanted to be
 
 
and was

and I know

(but won’t)

how our paths crossed stars

–Plexiglass aside

the be point

was a straight shot,

see,

–and curve of wobbly wheels

rutted circles,

‘kay,

but cart’s behind

equine now

–oh!

and novel approach–

more Thomas Guide. . .

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