poetry

CLOWNS FROWN SOMETIMES

I wish I was a clown. How great would that be? Always be happy and in the mood to put a smile on everyone’s face. That would be the best. I can never do that. I wish I could, but I can’t. But maybe if I get a little red nose and a raged hat. […]

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FLAMINGOS

  Maybe this is just a dream, right? Like, maybe I’m just gonna wake up and open myself into believing that everything that could have gone wrong, would have gone wrong. And this is just some little way my brain has to cope. Or no, maybe this is just a little puddle. We’re living in […]

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IN THE BUSINESS OF CHANGE

So here I am again, once again. Why? Why am I strolling this musky city night with the howling and hooting of the local crazies? Why must I linger like a dead fly atop a hobo’s finger or eye? Too quick to kill and too slow to escape far far away. Well here it goes. […]

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THE BATTLE OF ADAM & CAIN

‘We are at war’ said Adam to Cain And the Sun laughed because he understood just the same Adam looked to sky and yelled, ‘why doesn’t he listen? I try and try but he refuses to let me teach him’ The Sun looked down and chuckled at Adam’s frustration ‘And I imagine you listened with […]

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THE REAL DREAM

It’s all just a passing of thieves that we tumble and shake like a cradle, just set on an imitation through some constellation written on a map guided with a compass and light, too dim to see and too dizzy to breathe. Maybe this stillness will fade and back to a chaotic sort of way […]

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Happy Hurting

Fix me Mr. Doctor. What is the matter? I’ve been burnt. I hurt. Yes I do. Maybe you do too. Is it greedy to demand your attention?  Or whimper with fear at each sign of affection? Is this happiness? Just the same as before, and a little bit dumb? Forced to forgive and forced to […]

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