The stuff that comes out a bird's mouth.
unable to panic
when the jet fuel starts to burn….
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Don’t stop now. Read the whole thing. My poem normalcy bias is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
Note: I was made aware of the normalcy bias from a book (I’m listening to the audio version) titled You Are Not So Smart by David McRaney. I endorse this book, as well as his podcast.
the child in the shopping cart screams….
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It’s probably not what you think.
Want to read more? You can. My poem given up is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
i have given up on words
they are poor bullets….
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Want to read more? You can. My poem given up is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
a lantern floats in a small bowl
a sandalwood scented candle burning
just outside the front door
you always liked lotus flowers….
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Want to read more? You can. My poem ghost is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
(This one is a bit late. Hope to have today’s poem up soon…)
these ghosts hover
like the shimmer
of christmas booze
over a dickensian pudding
[so many dead
–the poet said]
no one waited until spring
no thaw
and frost flowers
blossomed from gravesite earth
poinsettia and holly berry
heart color bright for the season
pleasing to view
poison to taste
divided by a pair of aces and nines
yet in my dreams
always together
striving
our hearts
beat out
the same
rhythm
but mistimed
as if i were from
the past
and you are here
in the present
and we see each other
as ghosts see the living
through a veil or a mist
or as if we boarded
the same train
felt the rattle of the rails
at the same crossings
sat in adjacent seats
my hand on the armrest
where you place your hand
me looking out the window
where you lean your head
fogging it with your breath
the same journey
but on different schedules
different timetables
pick through the rubble
look for the bits
worth keeping
a memory here
there a memento
are those the same thing?
muscle memory takes over
takes control
until the fibers
strained like spaghetti
in a colander
collapse, useless and quivering
look in the cup you made
of your hands
and drink the past
you grind
you hit the button and repeat the past
you grind
you grind
you hit the button and repeat the past
but the past was different then
than what the past is now
you repeat the past but it is not the same past
and you grind
and you repeat
the lights light
the buttons gets pressed
the cycle starts over again
and again
and again
and you hit
you hit the
the button is hit
