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as black & empty
as the vastness of space
white & crisp
like new curtains made of lace
hard & heavy
like Sisyphus’ boulder
a fire that
continues to smoulder

strugglin’
like any animal in a trap
burnin’
like a bad dose of the clap
runnin’
like weeds grown wild
with all the confusion of
a bullied child

darkness
like a closed coal mine
you wait
like clothes dryin’ on a line
hopin’
like a woman awaiting birth
jes’ hold your head high
an’ remember what you’re worth

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zygomaticus major & minor

she smiled from day one
her daddy said, “it’s just gas”
“naw, she’s smilin’!” momma beamed
but daddy said, “you’re such an ass”

she smiled when she learned to walk
an’ when she learned to tie her shoe
an’ momma smiled while daddy grimaced
as she grinned an’ grew an’ grew

she smiled her way through school
pleased with every hard-earned A
an’ all her teachers told her,
“that smile often makes my day”

at 19 she fell in love
which really made her smile
he discovered rope at 29
her teeth weren’t seen for quite awhile

decades later, she’s still smilin’
it’s her defense an’ best disguise
an’ no one’s ever noticed
that her smile don’t reach her eyes

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defensive

suddenly
there’s a stumble
an unintentioned slip
paranoia has her
in its gleeful grip

suddenly
the joyous smile
has been wiped from her face
now she struggles to get free
of a mean & murky place

what happened?
why this fall,
her good intentions gone astray?
gone is the delight
she’d hoped to bring to someone’s day

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16 dreams

I dreamt I was 16 again
unburdened by weighty thoughts of sin
heart light as a feather
free from care
‘n brave enough
to accept any dare

I dreamt that I was 16 still
with many goals I’d yet to fulfill
idealistic
believing all mankind was good
a day-dreaming dweller
in my own Norwegian Wood

I dreamt I was 16 once more
when the whole world was an open door
caves ‘n mountains
secret spaces
a curious child
exploring other places

now over 50, my heart remains 16
‘n there is much I’ve learned ‘n seen
life ‘n death
some loss ‘n love
bathed in blessings
from high above

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as my lover sleeps

last night I dreamt I kissed you
as you lay sleeping by my side
your face reflecting moonlight blue
as into dreams I watched you slide
gentle was the kiss I planted
on your scented silky hair
by your soul I was enchanted
and I said a silent prayer
that your affection I would keep
in my life you would remain
and I should finally cease to weep
joy I would not have to feign

all this I dreamt as I lay against your back
revelling in your arms and the darkness black

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family follies

o the joys of family dysfunction!
sibling rivalry & riotous rambunction
a perfect house with manicured yard
a simple life that’s often hard
well hidden by a white picket fence
behind which nothing makes much sense
the daddy laughs, the mommy cries
& all the kiddies cover their eyes
with care the daddy’s head is bent
in his daily struggle to pay the rent
the mommy juggles many woes
to keep her kids in food & clothes
for the youngest child all life’s a game
the oldest child carries all the blame
& the middle child has no outlook
being often overlooked
voices raised in a fighting song
over who is right & who is wrong
the son is taught he’s free to choose
the daughters believe they’re doomed to lose
love & hate, cruel or kind
they’re family & forever intertwined

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brainbreak

they want out
there are lies that they would share
mutiny is brewing
underneath that silky hair
they want their freedom
the hippocampus is too small
& they’ve nightmares to inject into one & all

they want out
too long they’ve lived alone
in their restrictive prison
of blood and bone
“let us out!” they cry
“captivity has made us weak”
but their entireties are ignored –
she knows the havoc they will wreak

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across death’s divide

across death’s divide
many battles she has fought
some she lost, some she won –
victories that were dearly bought

through countless days ‘n nights
she duelled with love ‘n hate
stubbornly denying
the existence of capricious fate

pages on the calendar turned
Mother Earth continued to spin
she grew older – more adept
at takin’ it on the chin

across death’s divide
she continues to handle her biz
squarely between who she should be
‘n the person that she is

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the stuff my dreams are made of

pearls placed around the neck
of a long-lost daughter
mad men on motorcycles
who ride off piers into dark water

lost at an insane auction
leading a little boy by the hand
puppets fighting over something
which I do not understand

Leroy loves a woman
with a loud triumphant shout
as I try to have a shower
but the water won’t come out

I’m workin’ now in hell
where the fallen push ‘n shove
next to demons who devour me
with cruel carnivorous love

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dirty hands

sun’s high
in a sky of an indescribable hue
grass gleams
with diamonds damp
sensual Sunday morning dew

they call
from the garden wall
growing infant vegetation
living only for the moment
of scented inspiration

seagulls howl
at the trowel
that cruelly violates the earth
while the earthworms dance
plump bodies wriggling with mirth

crispy air
sunlight’s glare
head filled with flowery plans
she smiles before dropping to her knees
and happily dirties her hands

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