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/pOEm/  XXVIII

/pOEm/ XXVIII

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solitude is my therapy,

but I’m never alone.

pain is my joy,

but I feel great.

giving in is my religion,

but I can’t believe it.

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/pOEm/  XXVII

/pOEm/ XXVII

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Imagination running in the jungle,

I lean wild or better, 

she fills the mold to the letter.

Reality chilling in the suburbs,

raw skin, the rash redder,

forgive me, your debtor.

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/pOEm/  XXVI

/pOEm/ XXVI

ssippin` sloe 

& ddrippin` lo, 

never no.

 

problm` wild 

& sobbin` child, 

never know.

 

wishin` hell 

& kissin` well, 

never O.

/pOEm/  XXIV

/pOEm/ XXIV

ANOTHER ITERATION ON AN XMAS XXIII, HOW POEMS CAN CHANGE

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AFTER MIDNIGHT, AFTER THE WINDS,

THE TREETOPS WHISPER, AND I KISS HER.

 

THEN MORNING CHIMES, OUR TREETOP SHINES,

AND THE RABBITS REMEMBER THE JOYS OF DECEMBER.

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/pOEm/  XXIII

/pOEm/ XXIII

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After midnight in May, and after the winds,

the treetops whisper, 

and I kiss her.

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In August, ocean waves are just fine,

the bedsheets crest,

as do the rest.

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Against the rain and against time,

we will surrender

late in December.

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/Haiku/   XXIX

/Haiku/ XXIX

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Charlie Brown clouds have

followed me all day -- and i

just bought a new suit.

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/haiku/   XXVIII

/haiku/ XXVIII

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From the dust of stars,

I’m the unseen Atom, the

omnipresent scar. 

/pOEm/   XXII

/pOEm/ XXII

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a cognac to enhance the flavor of the night, 

straight up with a borrowed fountain pen 

and a napkin on the side. 

thus the meanderings of thought and fantasy,

a kisskisskiss, 

from a disappearing vagary

......where the three come to mind.

forgive these wandering eyes, two at a time.

[Romans 650]

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/pOEm/   XXI

/pOEm/ XXI

As a bartender I hear thousands of stories.

Many of my poems are inspired by the nights working behind the bar.

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she was buzz bomb times two,

no division in Brooklyn blue.

she was national geographic

and neo-pornographic.

she was the wind as it passes,

she was dirty shins & broken glasses.

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/pOEm/   XX

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/pOEm/ XX

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love finds ways to reach out,

passed the expanse of sky blue.

time travels only forward,

and I only with you.

//∞

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/pOEm/   IXX

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/pOEm/ IXX

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nectar connects her

confections to my heart,

nectar protects her

collection of my art.

from the start -

the end is in sight.

blind to the light -

def to the beat.

immune to the heat.

cool to her touch.

spark the dutch.

inhale perfume,

exhale soon,

in debt today,

must pay tomorrow.

empire state dates

fatefully state desires…

empire waist makes

desires taste grapefully…

juice runs safely, lately.

wine grape goes pop gracefully.

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/pOEm/   XVIII

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/pOEm/ XVIII

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I want

cloud percussion

for

planetary discussion

, then

lavender vapors rise

amidst jasmine sets

to 

touch soft twist pain

and tongue berry rain

, then

eyes twinkle 

three times crystal.

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/UPdates & Process/   II

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/UPdates & Process/ II

This poem was written a few years ago when I was at The Drake Hotel in Chicago after my grandfather passed away. I spent a few days writing the eulogy for his funeral. Later, it found a second home in my novel, Wednesday Night Meeting, with some alterations to align with the character named Roosevelt, a poet and graffiti artist.

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feet firmly in the sand, alone I stand.

the breeze off Lake Michigan turns bold wind,

hair thrashing side to side, 

clothes wrinkled like the old waves,

squinting out at dusk and over this goliath.

a thrown and skipped stone leaves quick footsteps, 

subsiding without notice, strength is restored.

feet firmly in the sand, alone I stand.

 

shivering just fine in the cold, together we hold.

the breeze off Lake Michigan turns bold wind,

hair thrashing side to side, 

clothes wrinkled like the old waves,

squinting out at dusk and over this goliath.

a thrown and skipped stone leaves quick footsteps, 

subsiding with some notice, strength is restored.

shivering just fine in the cold, together we hold.

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/pOEm/   XVII

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/pOEm/ XVII

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'78 Roosevelt drops in the pay phone

for one extra moment...

voice and silver jangles cease,

a dial tone is no atonement.

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A note on process: The character named Elgin Lee Roosevelt had a few other names before I settled on it. This poem, written back in 2011, was the inspiration. I was born in 1978 and he is the character with which I most identify. The poem is about a young boy wanting his father to come home with no excuses. As an adult I'm very forgiving, but time isn't.

 

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/pOEm/   XVI

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/pOEm/ XVI

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/pOEm/   XV

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/pOEm/ XV

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constellations consist

of burnt out ancient worlds

& paint our sky with galactic swirls.

they were once the ones who were born

with love, style, and trust,

& imagined the possibility of us.

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