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Weeks of unemployment and applications

resulting in this low-grade

office with homemade signs

promoting “Push Week”

and congratulating

Little Johnny Dropout

on another week

well done.

It is like the 5 year reunion

of the remedial English

class at your high school…

people you don’t want

to be associated with

at this point in your life.

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There’s a black guy

in front of the Wawa

and two children with a baby carriage

by the 7-11.

They ask for change

before you get it-

staking a claim on the future-

real pioneers.

In the park

an old man

with Parkinson hands

and a yellow rain poncho on a clear-skied day

sits on a bench

feeding shakey handfuls

of crumbs

to pigeons

and sparrows.

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concentrate too hard

and you lose

your nerve

concentrate too little

and nothing

ever catches

concentrate just enough

and shit still collides in the air

and your balls

end up

on the floor.

This house is not mine.

These stairs are filthy.

Those boxes need moving.

That door is the way out.

This dog is not mine,

but I will let

it gnaw at my

arm a bit longer.

If you watch the smoke for long
enough, curling away from the ash,

you will see that it’s actually blue.
That cannot be healthy- like inhaling

a spirit, spiraling through your throat,
only for you to purge it from your lungs

back into Nature’s arms. It drifts away,
up and down in the air, but now it’s grey.

The blue is still inside of you.
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Driving under the May sun and a robin

Hatches from the brain and makes its way

Outside through the ear then the window.

Life births things in unusual ways sometimes;

The robin will be picked up on the way back.

Perhaps, though, it doesn’t want to return

To the darkness inside because the thoughts

Drove it insane.  Could a bird go insane?

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Sprawled comfortable across 2 chairs

dressed in shades of purple,

black hair escapes the hood and

cascades - no - masks! one closed eye.

Her phone rests on her stomach-

pants too tight for such things.

I can’t help but smile as she sleeps and

guilt seeps in for looking, but it can’t

be helped because I watched her walk in-

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There’s hardly a word more pleasing to the ear ( Read more... )

I’m twenty
and in two years
college is done
and youth gone.
I’ll be planted
in a job that
I better like and
the next goal is to
find a wife-
plan for kids.
In a heartbeat
I’ll be forty
and halfway dead,
but today
I am still twenty,
taking a nap
in the sun and
I drool like a goddamn child.