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I Walk the Infinite Line
Three quarters of a cup. Hardly enough to jump start the day. Barely enough to put you to bed. More than half, less than full. A confusing stake in the ground Half way between half way and all the way. … Continue reading
Was I Hiding or was I Hidden?
Was I hiding or was I hidden? A tangle of neural pathways Danced in front of my eyes today. Though I cannot see it in the moment I have seen this dance before Like a colorful layer of ether Clouding … Continue reading
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A Vision Puddled in Time
I saw you in a mud puddle the other day. A portal it parted to the yesterday of yesterdays. You and a boat I see floating on the puddle, curiously like a dry twig Drifting and leaving a wake In … Continue reading
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The Ride
I will ride, ride, ride til I reach the edge of the flat, flat earth. As I ride my mind wanders and meanders and I ponder My travels and my meanings and the thoughts that hide Behind the trees and … Continue reading
Not Sleeping in the Art Deco Hotel
My room should be dark but instead glows red, Bordello red when it should be graveyard black. The smoke detectors excessively bright running light Tells me it is working, working to keep me awake. The gilt trappings in The Art … Continue reading
I’d Eat a Rancid Nut Roll
I’d eat a rancid nut roll for you. I’d wait ten hours in line for tickets to a concert I didn’t want to go to. I’d wear a knife onto a plane. I’d throw sand on my bed sheets And … Continue reading
Where the Bacon Is
Where the Bacon Is I’ve turned left and I’ve turned right Never knowing which one to fight I’ve had faith and I’ve been cynical And I’ve forgot that life is cyclical But I’ve known love and I’ve known bliss Because … Continue reading
Musing: Turning Glycerin to Dust
The bottle says Glycerin. It is not. Unless glycerin turns to Dust. And while I suppose everything Can turn to dust in time I hold to my Intuition that this is not glycerin. No amount of rubbing the mysterious Dust … Continue reading
Musings on a Young Tree
Lean, lean, lean deep Touch the wet ground Bounce, bounce, bounce high Reach for the clouds Lean, Bounce, Dip, Dive Too fast, slow down I hear your sinews groan I see your branches flail Lean, bounce, whoosh, whip Cannot slip … Continue reading
Fortress of Dissolitude 