A collection of short poems originally penned in 2012, now detached from their original purpose…
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A fine line
Divides the pursuit
Of overwhelming
Joy
From sheer
And loathsome
Irresponsibility
The high tide line
Divides
The rest
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On that Day we harnessed
History’s joyous
Laughter
But there was nobody around to hear it
So instead we
Split the Difference
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Under
Watchful Eyes
We pretend the Machinery
Will clean up the Remains
Of our Freedoms
Lost Forever
To the Systematic
Fire
We Burn your Money
And
Weep with your Love
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We drank
The last drop
And we left
The Sea
To Swim
In its own
Salty tears
We
Are
Bigger
Than you
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Drifting
Freely
Toward an Unknown
Moment
When it
Arrives
All of our eyes
Will be
Fixed
On
You
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It was already
Gone
Before we arrived, yet
It could have been
Different
If we had only
Tried
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We never did imagine
The Golden
Acceleration
Of our free fall
Would yield
So many left turns
And
No rights at all
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Distant words
Form
An altogether natural
State
Of thinly veiled
And
Unformed Rhyme
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We focus on the flight
And ignore
The objects at our feet
The Bird
Has been dead for weeks
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The river only Dreams
For those who Sleep
Otherwise it’s Life
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We lay tracks
To remember briefly
What the Unthinking
Water has always known
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Each passing storm
Brings a clearing of Mind
Revealing
The spiral rhythms
Of color
In your eyes
Both fragile
And totally free
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Wishing for another moment
To capture
The Inconvenient
Gaze
Of a child’s
Bright
and silent future
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Recklessly crashing
Upon unmoving
Geology
The cycle
Broken
Yet
Our Coffee
Remains
Unspilled
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These trembling walls dance
With their Maker’s invisible Spirit
As we wage War on Tomorrow’s Past
Victory was better an hour ago
And Defeat is a low-tide
Rising
The Distance is calling Our name
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Memories
Roll softly over
Unbroken
Glass
With each
New
Morning
Washing away
All knowledge
Of what came
Before
We lost it All
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Crawl
Out of your
Cave
And into the
Spinning
Daylight
of your new
Mobile
Home
Welcome Back
Now move along
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The beautiful
Convergence
Of powerful
Lines drawn
In constant
Contrast to
Our desire for
What we know
To be right, but
Somehow never
Seems to happen
In our daily lives
Filled with sprints
To the green horizon
In Every effort to not
Be swallowed by the
Accelerating pace of
Life in the intertidal
Zone
One last breath