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She Showed Me Her Pumpkin

October 31st, 2008 · 1 Comment · Poetry

2 p.m. the best time time to go any
where?
in the valley.
she answered the door
wearing a
bathrobe.
well she was married
and they’re always like that.
then she filled my mind
with the gossip
of people unmet
and other prolific sentiment
not well received
by husbands.
after disrobing her robe
she showed me her
pumpkin.
isn’t it beautiful?
she said.
carve it for me
Ian!
carve it
and wash me
in the blood
you spill.
when we [...]

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In A Glass Elevator Going Down

October 24th, 2008 · 4 Comments · Poetry

cars look different
when you’re drunk.
no imperfections
absolute
they are like
toys.
you can’t see
their
rough
edges
in a glass elevator
going down.
but
eventually
you get there.
and the cars
are made of
sharp metal
once again.

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A Lingering Embrace

April 24th, 2008 · 1 Comment · Poetry

He watches her walk into his arms.
The soft orange glow. The rising sun.
A city morning, just begun.
Then slowly away, she walks far.
In a white room where she is not,
he packs his suitcase, looking down,
foreign noise covering his heart’s sound,
as the blanket muffles his cough
when he leans backwards in his seat,
on business class, going home.
Plane nearly [...]

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Las Vegas Beacon of Integrity

March 18th, 2008 · No Comments · Poetry

Scalding breath rains from chapped noses.
Beneath, unfulfilled but filled holes
of mandated yearning. Pure blow.

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Corporate Executive Strategist Who’s Compensated For Something

November 16th, 2007 · No Comments · Poetry

Come sit down on seats of leather.
Teeth shining bright, nails manicured.
I wear blue golf shirts for pleasure.
Come sit down on seats of leather.
Speaking loudly, here’s a lecture:
“Synergize growth! And move forward!”
Come sit down on seats of leather.
Teeth shining bright, nails manicured.

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The Essence Of The Postmodern Middle Aged Man In His Native Habitat

November 15th, 2007 · No Comments · Poetry

Daily is something I don’t understand.
To start I wake up and put on my clothes,
then go to the bathroom and wash my hands,
then drive to work anonymous, unknown.
I lose the feeling of one more coffee.
Stayed up too long doing nothing last night;
do it again when at home, finally.
The start of the race is the finish [...]

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Gone

October 12th, 2007 · No Comments · Poetry

Wandering in the dark night with bare feet.
Damp under toe, black in the soul, of me.
Wind and chill overwhelm; no return seen.

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