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Framing Questions (Poem)
and do you say “this is home”
placing your hand upon the door
so that it opens into the very room
where you have somehow left your heart
careless on the windowsill
or behind a lamp upon that table
it collects dust like every objet petit a
gets chipped edges and scrapes
will you leave it when you go
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Refinery Wind (Poem)
unnoticed as dirty smoke
it crawls into the present crevices
then you begin to choke
on all the burning excuses from the past
the skeletal bones of love and the wasted lives
dug up and used as fuel
for others’ urgent desperate needs
and so the cycle continues
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No New Year’s Resolutions (Poem)
nothing new to bring to the change
one day to the other then a different year
this arbitrary marker has no magic
affects not the seasons nor the sun the moon
it drives the senseless drivers of modern life
endless regulations that humans impose
nature has its own time unconstrained by foolish decree
so do I
