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Possible
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if it was possible
to tell it all
in the little span of time
as it takes to peruse
the lines of a rhyme
and life could be whittled
all neat and tidy
into the two hours it takes
to present feature-length films
would it belabor the point
of hashing the thrash
and dashing the dash
to dot all our “i”s and cross each the “t”s
to speak all the words
which we too often do
that mean so much less
than “Hi, how are you?”
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Flashes
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light
from the basement
dripping down his calf
flashes
of brilliance
washing past too fast
in moments somehow singled
out of barely half a glance
nighttime dances blithely
changing as if cast
from pages overfilled
with endless dreary words
fire breathing backwards
beneath it all at last
warning off the ghosts
watching
thrill-enhanced
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Diligence
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the slowly ticking drama
of every thing as nothing
swirling manipulations
manufactured stipulations
stressors preconceived
lightly dangling listless
smashing moment’s notice
lunging almost laughing
barely ever stopping
as a check to reality
waiting without effort
diligence paused, as if unguarded
insidiously seeking just that chance
intent on breaking open
the ice that is in sanity
to open well-worn fractures
forged whole in perfect time
starting over in undoing
grief already undone
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Unabashed Cascade
It has been far too long since the unabashed cascade of stream of consciousness has been allowed to flow unfettered such that you’d think there to be a prodigious backup of nonsensical mania waiting to be unleashed except that nothing could be farther from fact since there seems to have been a remarkable lack of whatever the heck it is that feeds the need to act as if someone put a nickel in the kid who honestly has nothing of immediate import to share beyond the obtuse observations randomly appearing without logic though fully fueled with enough silly insanity to muster a meager attempt at revealing the inner randomonious sanctum of unusually inspired lyrical illustrations that fly through the mind’s eye with awkward gyrating thrusts of impetus to make progress against the morbid dormancy of droning and clattering born of blind lust to gain a fortune of bliss in return for the least possible effort toward bettering the less fortunate souls wandering lost in the violent storms of daily annoyances unleashed upon the innocent masses who in reality appear guilty by association and proximity to the lessor evils that idly ply an unyielding tenacity to peel away the fresh innocence of eager souls on a journey from the easily distracted urgency of how we got here to the truly effortless act of simply shedding the outer egomaniac and letting love bloom as free as it was always meant to be.
Try
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try as we might
to comprehend
the incomprehensible
with all that we’ve got
when what passes for logic
is chock-full of holes
and the bottom keeps dropping
from under the rainbow
our best intentions
mere shattering glass
the wrong people speaking
their version of facts
democracy screams
for its promising past
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Relative Something 