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The Memory

Call me up in memory, Whenever you want to feel What remains of the days, When we were those people we used to be. Maybe I will see you there, In the foggy zone between dreams and waking. When the now gets quiet, And reality melts to liquidity. Allowing us to visit in that spaceless […]

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The Interview

I wonder  Do I think too much? If you could read the journals I’ve burned You’d surely think me mad But I assure you I’m fully functional. A marvelous machine beyond your dreams. Your nightmares can’t even compare To the two-second thoughts I have. So I sit through an interview With a guy without a […]

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Journal

Poetry and Squirrel Stew

I’ve indulged in hippie dreams, Swirling like smoke in cedar groves. Those backroad corners of my mind. The dreams my upbringing promised me. This is the first day of the regular deer hunting season.  This means more traffic on the road past our house.   The paved road ends not too many miles past our place […]

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I am No One

  I have been defiant. Stripped bare to the bone. Where I became no one, No one but myself.

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Brains, Heart, Guts, Soul

Sometimes existence is overwhelming. It helps to find particular coping mechanisms. You can’t depend on the biochemical conglomeration of goo squishing about in your skull to know what to do in all situations. Heart. Gut. Soul. These are also sources of input that should not be overlooked.  

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Land of the Free

Oh what a pity Sitting here  sucking on the gov’ment titty. That’s what they tell ya… You middle class sitting on your ass watching the news Instigat’in a class war Telling you the  man across the river in the shoddy house is reason for fear. While the rich man Deals death by the millions debt by […]

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The Feed

Here I find myself Cast into this dimension or is it dementia? I digress, Here I was….I am here Like it or NOT? In a swirling whirly dirl Of input. Input Input Input A buzz, awash, Swimming like drunken fish With all the other cast-a-ways Human vessels launched like ships into this sea of shit. […]

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