My mind goes wild and has so for decades. Posts here, however, are no older than 2013.
Introspection
Every few decades
In silent comfort,
I ask,
Who am I?
The response is like
Gunfire in a canyon.
Birds scatter, dogs howl
And a rescue team
Scrambles for answers
Until the search is called off.
Stolen Dimes
My jumbled thoughts inside
A runaway Mack truck
Plowing through a spent corn field
Just East of my childhood
And that damn soda machine
At the gas station
That stole my dimes
For the promise of a cold bite
Of a Coke
On endless hot days
Without school, a job
Or sense of purpose.
I close my eyes to the ping
Of hot metal.
- Nothing on TV
We stumble upon the graves
Of those who spoke up
When we wouldn’t
Listen.
Their words
Of justice
Fell silently
In this terrible forest
Of complacency,
Of convenience,
Of nothing on TV.
The Cats
Waiting
For her son
To come home
She said
Have the cats been fed.
Have the cats been fed?
No, they’re dead,
Have the cats been fed
Was in her head,
Have the cats
Been fed
Is all she said
Now that
Her son was
Dead.
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The Stench of an Unpublished Novel
The door opens to the stench
Of an unpublished novel,
Crumpled papers, scattered like tumbleweed,
Roll across the wood floor
Until they rest against
A barbed wire wall.
He raises his head from the desk and
Wails like a wolf hungry for prey.
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5150
Out on the highway
A 5150 screams
Something about Jesus.
In a field a boy
Chases fast moving clouds
Pulling an army of shadows
Silently across hills,
Gently onto cars.
Imprisoned drivers
On cell phones,
Inconvenienced
Watch the boy,
Arms out like wings,
Drifting
To a flashing red light,
Officer hand cuffing,
5150 snarling
Boy fleeing
Arms down until there is nothing
But the distant bark of a dog
And the scent of a spent cornfield.
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The Victim
In the end
He lied in bed,
Victim
Of his own excuses.
___________________________
Shadow of the Butterfly
Oh, brave warrior of delicate means,
Dodging unseen obstacles
In a moment
Always to be,
The shadow of a butterfly
Coming to me.
Together you are so much more
Than the singular beauty I first saw.
My eyes cannot leave you
In this moment
Always to be
The shadow of a butterfly
Comes to me.
But alone you cannot exist
With your menacing form
That makes me look away
In this moment
Always to be
The shadow of a butterfly.
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Free Lunch
I want the free lunch
No strings attached
Sirloin steak with all the fat
Leave the explanations for somebody’s cat
I want the free lunch
No strings attached.
_____________________
Mystery About Me
I am a mystery
In search of a clue
About who I am
And why
I do
What
I do.
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How to Remember Me
I want to be
That last explosion at a fireworks show,
Leaning over the horizon
Glowing brightly
Floating gently
To the ground.
Look for me
If you want,
But I’ll be
Burned
Up.
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