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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.

Shore Lines

I walk along the shore

–a beautiful desolation—

sands whisper

wind whines

waves shout!

“where are you, my love?”

for you are lost to me

. . .

lonely gulls call,

only tide

returns.

time$ up


 
Buy, buy, buy.

$pend, spend, spend.

a grasping, consumer driven

society

driven to spend beyond limits,

remember this
 
 
–all that goes buy–

time spent

is

final sale.

Is non-returnable.

Is unrefundable.

time spent

is gone forever.

A permanent rabbit ear

in definite cap, and

yeah, you can kick reminisce–

wondering down memory lane,

but every minute spent

remembering

has a high

APR.

A

Price paid

Right

now

for an intangible

–impossible to title.

time spent

planning tomorrow–

a gamble without capital

–banking on a paycheck

from a job

you don’t have.

Righting Rite

No English major,

I spell magically.

intuitively.

with extreme alpha’bet

and reading method

that can only be called

deconstructive,

I see more than
 
 
charms in characters

signposts in words

stories in verses

–I see alternate reality—

not make believe

but belief made

entirely

from scratch–

–chickenscratch

and that’s why

it’s best to forgo

vexing.

And hexing

and otherwise cursing

beyond 4 letters, I mean,

since writing itself

is the abra

cadabra.

the incantation,

and potent spell

that changes

heard and crier

from

sheep,

to wolf,

and back again.

Beat Boy

drums were annoying–

that constant percussion–

those rim shots

and roll

too much bass

missing snare

and constant cymbal

–the vibrating silence that followed

worse

Thinkerbell Theology


For faeries

twilight is the best time. . .

the faire laissez,

the leaching sun,

the less than <

> more than

carniVal

that shades light incandescent.

it’s here faeries firm

salute–

in flutter kick,

patty cake, and

crosstown comic kept a millennium

–and who knew?

who knew?

this is the way faeries present.

how faeries commemorate

final faerie gift

–that is in fact–

the solace

silencing faeries bestow

since faeries

know.

Languages.

–unlike those less germane

Luck.

–less odds, and

Lies

–the letting of them

when discretion is the better

part of valor—

their true grit

pixie dust

.

 .

  .

a comfit

foregoing trend

in (hard candy) rule

the measured metric

of which owls approve

from vane

inconsistent vane–

& crickets, too

who visit homes,

stepping precisely, and

jumping only in faerie’s den

where

power of flight is not forgotten

where

encroaching twilight promises,

where

dusk serves faerie

declining sun

–in verses

–multiverses

unwritten.

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