A Killer Word
Strewn on the ground
were the nouns;
the gerunds
and the active verbs,
along with the Criminal Looks
and Sly Slights.
There was a Wad of Silence
masquerading as 'Quiet Time.'
The Absences were white chalk outlines
and fittingly so-
there was nothing of substance left.
The yellow plastic cord-rope
denoted the murder scene-
'move on' the cop said
'nothing left to here to see.'
You could glimpse the outline
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Me-Me
I am the Me-Me Princess
surrounded as I am by all of me
I hold fast to the idea
that nothing around me is very interesting, except me.
Absorbed as I am with my own thoughts
I contend that the charm of this self-obsession
is nonetheless
more fascinating
than the mere complacency I see everywhere else.
If I cannot espy my Hero Man
then I will have to suffice with me
and perhaps
marry myself
and spare myself
the agonies of love
the agonies of childbirth
perhaps skip it all
and go straight to my imaginary divorce
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Soapy Hands
'Ours is a Parking Lot Love
a sometimes
Shouts Too Loud Love, ' I said.
'A Let's Talk It Out On The Porch Love.' she says
'so the kids won't hear.'
Slow walks, ' I say
Beach talks, ' you say
'holiday stress
and just please don't tell
those same old jokes again this year.'
'I solemnly agree
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Youth Always Wins
Generational change
wins always
because the old and middle-aged
develop a clouded lens
and can' t see Now
because focused on Yesterday.
Is good advice for Youth Now
consist of lessons learned yesterday,
when yesterday no longer exists?
Can we tell the Young that yesterday
is relevant
when all yesterday is dead and gone?
How can we council that the old views
and yesterday make sense
when conditions have so changed
have been rent,
mangled beyond
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More Over-Heard Conversations At The Party
'Bet you thought you were talking to me didn't you? '
'We have them just where they want us'
'If I am an hallucination, why are you talking to me? '
'You keep applying for the job of my supervisor. That job is taken.'
If I wanted someone to run my life, Dad, I wouldn't choose you.
Being right all the time is not enough.
'Sometimes you have to stoop to see your dreams.'
'I can sing but only in the bathroom'
I like you, but, only because you like me
The higher I reach on the step-ladder of life, the more likely I will fall.
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Summer Fire
Summer's Eyes shine
sublimely
penetrating deep in ocean
mine
tattoos upon my consciousness
which Summer illuminates
but she, too, burns
from giving more heat
than I can withstand
a searing of my soul
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Well-Adjusted- Don't Be-Brain-Stuffing
To be well adjusted
can be a terrible thing
for where am I to dream
what does not yet exist
if I am only focused
upon what currently is?
And where in this
is to come to be
Creativity?
It can be a terrible thing
to be adjusted
because the mind
becomes hard-wired
to only what we
have personally experienced-
when I am out to discover
what is different from me?
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Passing Through
It's the laughter most I miss
and doing things in the sun.
I look in the mirror glass
and see a woman still young
loving, outgoing and fun.
Not ready to walk away from
looking for someone.
The ad said 'organized, goal-directed, person of heart
own my own home, love my son, reaching out,
coming back and moving on, ready for what's next.'
But the ad's responses were clear
They said
“Looking for woman with no baggage,
no children, no kids.”
How can love's issue, my son,
not be love to everyone?
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The Call
I've heard that call-
inaudible sometimes-
that siren call
to go and do
what
I know I shouldn't do;
knowing that if I do
it cannot after
be undone;
this is familiar to me like a brother
close to me like a sister;
I know its outlines;
its face is clear
and yet
I receive it
on a level
below consciousness;
its cloying cleaves
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All Metaphor
The problem is metaphoric;
I live inside lines
which only approximate
but do not satisfy.
I'm symbol and artifact
but lack the substance of reality;
I kiss sometimes imitating
how the book says I should.
I talk
imitating
my favorite
movie star.
The difficulty is
I can remember
deciding what kind of personality
I would have at 13;
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