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.
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time$ up
August 13, 2017 
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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.
Sup?
August 9, 2017 Comments Off on Sup?
I like my steaks high
–without aside, I sink teeth–
into meet well-done.
Righting Rite
August 9, 2017 Comments Off on 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
August 8, 2017 Comments Off on 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
August 7, 2017 Comments Off on 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.
thicker than ink
August 6, 2017 Comments Off on thicker than ink
I wrote
a note in blood
trying to reach him
but Type O
me
–reacted instead.
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