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July 8, 2009 - Poem about Situations

Make it Bigger.

“Edit out the Swans!”
low-moans the bass clarinet
too loud to move
the slider.

And down she went.

Edited.

“Too white,
I want more mood-
we have products to promote
without distraction,
edit out those Swans”

You knew didn’t you?
You made a bargain
back then.

And on she went,
like a fox chasing the coop
like bones crunching bone

“Pull down that moon
it spoils the view -
crop it and crop it,
cut it and paste it,
we must sell soon,
re-edit those Swans”

Edited.

Her overbearing pounce,
trampling motives -
scattered lost in flight,
the antonyms of you.
Hear this now;

“Let tweezers fall
forget your teaser’s call
do not regret this all.”

And tiny eyes mean tiny minds,
and tiny minds mean tiny lives,
and you don’t have to edit,
anymore.

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July 5, 2009 - Poem about Words

Pants on Fire

He started life as a liar
pretending to know
pretending to be -
it was a game
and it was fun.
It was a shock
when he learned
people believed him,
and so, he began
to believe himself.

That was then.

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July 3, 2009 - Poem about Humanity

Left for Dread

Stabbed
in the head
and left for dead
the local paper said
that’s what I read
a man without a bed
and on he bled
and I am led to fear
the roads I tread.
Kicked
in the gut
punch-drunk cut
no reason nothing but
just lowlife in a rut
few plans and no redoubt
and worse than unkind sluts
when doors slam shut
tears are stations
I now rebut.
Carved
in the street
and left for meat
where cold rats meet
with no retreat,
a man you’d never greet
just stains on concrete now
like the miseries you cheat
like the mysteries you defeat
yet fear remains,
beneath my feet.
He, was, sliced
through his head
cleft and dead
Redtop newsprint screwed and fled -
DID YOU HEAR? what I just read?
This man without a bed,
on and on he bled
and I am led
to dread these roads
we tread.

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