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None Taken
“No offense,” she said. “I was just trying to make a point.”
It didn’t make any difference to me. I wasn’t listening. It was her eyes. I was lost in the mysterious feeling I was experiencing from the way they commanded my attention. It didn’t matter that she occasionally over-formed her mouth when she spoke certain words.
There was a person in there and I didn’t know who that person was. Something about her eyes seemed familiar.
For most of my life, I had no reason to consider the idea of reincarnation. I had no reason to consider New York, either, but that didn’t mean it didn’t exist. For all I know, reincarnation has been happening since the beginning of time. How is it that there are infants who demonstrate abilities beyond their years?
Sometimes I wonder if I am remembering someone from one of my previous lives. What if I went to grade school with this person? Could they have lived across the road when I was a kid? What about those three months when I lived in Detroit Lakes? Who was that woman in tech school? How many people have I interacted with during my working life?
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Oh, sorry –no offense– I was just distracted for a moment there. If you were 45 years older, I’d ask if we’d met somewhere before.”
“None taken.”
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Snippets
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random snippets
flashing in distorted order
photo-realistic memories
no longer connected
to reality
changing names
won’t make a difference
about what happened
the way it seems to have happened
the looks in all of our eyes
the laughter
always eye-watering laughter
usually just after
tension is broken
in sensational ways
ways we will remember
in any order
for the rest of our days
including last night
on the off-beats
as the music faded out
leaving goosebumps
and tingling spines
in its disappearing wake
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Nonsense
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piles of rocks and drama
far from the hurricanes that spin
synchronized unintelligibly
silently smiling from within
socked for centuries on the chin
maximizing memories mixed in
something seems amiss
electrons that once aligned
these days they simply don’t
with a difference that keeps reverberating
at an ever-increasing pace
voluminous echoes of nonsense
dribbling endlessly in
into the “out” door
even against the wind
against the cart
meticulously placed
well before that proverbial horse
on the obvious hill
no one would ever choose
if they thought
for once it’d be possible
humanity could actually win
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Intractability
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it’s hiding where none of us will ever look
please don’t tell everyone that you already know
we’ve heard the last best reasons time and again
phrases your mother used to use
heavens to Betsy
usually from the kitchen or bottom of the stairs
sucking the salt from the empty peanut shell
one last time
knowing there were some who could chew the whole thing
at least gave us pause
like when the President told the FBI to kill us too
when they had their chance
but we didn’t go bragging to the world about it
there were fires in our fireplaces
slide projector fans blowing their own hot air
pillows on the floor but we still strained our necks
for a better view
and the way the screen smelled when you got real close
with blended chocolate milk whipped to a froth in that small Dixie® cup
there was no clue a virus would show up sixty years later
reshape the world to varying degrees
leave people gasping for a breath
listening to music without any instruments in sight
no records or tapes or discs
no moving parts
practically impossible intractability
echoing from every corner
of every night
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Immutable
[I found this in a post from 2018 when I was looking for something else and decided I wanted to post it again.]
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Words on Images
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