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Aurelius Speaks to His Cynical Son

The pieces fail.
Do not have need of curtains.
Always see the all
And swallow huge reality whole.
Broken, jagged,
Yes, the pieces fail.
Line your life and fall
Into the puzzle anyway.
The picture painted on the top
Is perfect,
Civil,
Paradise.

- 2/3/20

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Final Night, The First

The toast champagne
(Okay,
The sparkling wine)
Finishes
Smooth hazelnut.

The deep-set sky
Is pounded,
Bursting blood electric
Next to shining blue
And fizzled violet.

She just awoke,
A stretch of heat
Across the mattress,
Alive, aflame,
And roasted hazelnut.

- 1/2/20

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Twas

The tree is cut
And in the center of the living room.

She's tolerating a paperback Cardenio,

My hopes,
The bubbles in the flute
She fails to level.

- 12/23/19

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