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Contemplating

Can’t stand the waiting

A new sensation

Brings temptation

So unreal

Yet how I feel

Its as if I’ve come undone

In the end lost not won

Consuming thoughts

And hopes and dreams

Can it be what it seems

Fearing what perhaps is true

Looking

Somehow finding you

“I love you!”

I scream

At the top of my lungs.

But only when no one

Is listening.

“You fool!”

They all say,

At my holding such thoughts.

If only they knew

What I’m fearing.

I fear him.

I fear me.

I fear loss.

I fear distance.

I fear what I’m holding within.

“Good God!”

I squeak out.

At all of my choices.

And decide that I have

Much more thinking.

Come toil in quiet contemp

Paperclip disarray, workspace unkempt.

Authorative voice from the aisle,

I bury my head in an envelope pile.

We’re looking for someone like you

To do all the things that we don’t want to do

Fluorescently lit is the key

You’ll fit in so well if you’ll try it and see.

And you can have all that you want

As long as your dream is to work as our grunt.

You’ll rake in the dollars and cents

(But upwards of half goes right back to the mint)

So fax us your resume soon,

And you can be hired by this afternoon.

With you we’ll all go so far,

But we really don’t care who you are.

A calm reminder of the pain

Your gentle gunshot tears a vein

As blood drains slowly, all I have

Is rolling blindly down the path

Sweetly poisoned, tainted with

A longful stare, but only if

I had known what you would do

Then I could never speak to you

Sit here and watch it

As the people drive by.

I’m sure there are a thousand

Different stories to tell,

Each one just a boring as the next.

One day there will be someone

Who drives by and yells “To hell with you!”

As they plow through the police station.

It was their dog that made them so mad.

Crapped on their favorite burkenstocks.

“Damn you, dog.

You never did like Jerry Garcia!”

And of course someone would find

Some journal they kept under their matress.

It tells about the time they spent in Vietnam,

On vacation.

Hard to read the portions written in crayon.

Strange oragami shapes fall out as you shake it.

Looks like a greek myth acted out on the living room floor.

What fun times sleeping on the floor next to those oragami shapes

In the middle of summer,

Staring out at the traffic light

Listening

For another story.

Thank you

And good night

I have no doubt

What I’ll dream about

So thank you

And good night

Curious Playful

I find myself especially happy today

And I know why

But at the same time I can’t explain it

And I’m curious

So the best things don’t yet

Have a word.

Spark

The spark of a star

Not near and not far

Hurtling toward me

Aiming for me

Tearing apart the silence before it

Yet I adore it

And will store it

Somewhere close

When I’m most

In need of a spark

And the random

I’m known for the random poetry, so let’s hear it

And no matter what - Don’t fear it

Like, like a clown with his little balloons

With, with a cracker a sock and a spoon

You say why do you write such a notion

A concoction of meaningless potion

Or a silky smooth drop of a lotion

That somehow, someway lubricates the gears

Stops the squeaking in my head

So I can sleep

Beat Down Fever

A koala named Marbles alone in the dark

He puts on a mitten and goes to the store

Buys a loaf of bread and gets change for the meter

And then says “Why is everyone looking at me?”

BECAUSE YOU STUPID KOALA

You’re only wearing one mitten.

Dumbass!

A thousand moons revolve

Around eachother

And love or hate

Destroys all that’s great

Once we choose we cannot have the other

A thousand moons collide

Into eachother

And turn to flame,

An everlasting pain

It remains for our sisters and brothers

So hold on tight

To the ones you love

When they’re gone,

And you are all alone

There’s nothing left to hide from

Asspanda, asspanda, where have you gone?

Your breadcrumbs were eaten by dogs.

Are you lost in the forest, or down by the lake,

Or perhaps in a restroom at a strip club?

Stay far away from the gingerbread house,

The woman inside is a crazy lesbian

With guns, a whip and a unicycle.

I shall seek you out and find you,

And I will save you,

And we’ll go right back to that strip club bathroom,

‘Cause I lost my car keys and I think I left them there

Next to my old thong.

Asspanda come home!

There is but one,

The final piece,

The dying breath,

The only way.

The death of a good thing,

Or a life on the bound.