Solace

Put the sad creature

you love in your lap.

Sit in the soft sun,

and then take a nap.

Solace will come

out of that, mayhap.

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Written from the Asylum

To contemplate infinity may cause effects

that vary greatly in our differing vicinities of mind:

some may find it an exhilarating run; others, dumb;

others such a lumbering conundrum they become

intensely sad. Me, it merely drove me mad.

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Placidity

I hadn’t sought placidity today

but found it.

I couldn’t find a solitary way

around it.

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What Love Has More to Do With

Acting out

what happened

just as if it

really happened

though it never

really happened

may have given

truth the ax –

but love has more

to do with what attracts

than with

the facts.

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Hungry to Philosophize, or Kill

Sometimes an ancient

disembodied sentience,

floating randomly at leisure

over eons, finds it

pleasurable to supplant

whatever vegetable impulse

rules a plant, and enter it

to grant it something very

like self-understanding.

Countermanding biological

conventions lends most

sentiences a big fat thrill.

Some flowers thus wake up

and find they’re hungry

to philosophize, or kill.

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Feather-Women

Some poems sprout

like feather-women –

far too dry and elegant

for their own good.

But this one felt it could

turn into something wetter –

wed its spirit better to its letter –

take a gamble, make a bid.

Perhaps it did.









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The Finest Thing

The finest thing

that you could think

to do today was sit,

though not to think,

but just to sit,

and maybe blink.










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