PLAYING FOR POSITION

  I played waiter on weekends to women and their well-worn wishes and worries, after or in between or in avoidance of the shopping and washing and cleaning and stewing, mothers sitting with mother, packed onto the flattened pile of the green velvet sofa, scorched with leftover tunes from parted parties and expired expectations, milk […]

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THE THINGS WE LEARN, AFTERWARDS

  In a fat box by the skinny bed in a dusty room rarely regarded covered clumsy with crushes are the contents of a childhood- lost letters of love- all penned but never posted & cut-outs of pin-ups next to wrist bands friends twisted & time forgot. In a lost room fallen to dust hope […]

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BOOKENDS; GOLDEN GREENS IN THE GARDEN OF GREEDY YOUTH

  In days now distant, we were one floor up, apartment dwellers whose viewless windows revealed to us more than the darkness that tried to appeal to us. Tambourine Therese tapped her tunes of truths not yet tasted, tumble leaves freshly fallen from the trees in the apple orchard of golden greens begging to be […]

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BOOKENDS; BETTER BOTTLES

  In the shadows not yet departed from former students, since departed, in confined compartments the Polish left to the Irish, red vinegar wine (as vulgar as the vultures who drowned in its deluge) caught itself in corners still not drunk by the blow-ins still bleating about the burnt beef and sodden soil as we […]

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BOOKENDS; BOY SO BLUE

  Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpeted concerns of the […]

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