Blue Balls

Azure and cerulean and periwinkle troubles –

indigo, viridian and all those turquoise bubbles

altering the light –

muddling your sight:

certainties vamoose – every tenet falls –

due to the invidious unloosing of blue balls.

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If I Had One

You’d like an explanation

but I have none.

And I’m not sure

I’d give it if I had one.

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The Earl of Sandwich

The Earl of Sandwich was the first.

We owe a debt to him.

He placed between two pieces

of thick bread a slice of meat and fed

the rest of us with what forever after

we would honor in his name throughout

two hundred fifty years of lunches

then and now and yet to come:

the sandwich – from a land which

also gave us language – which we use

sometimes against its rules: for instance

by employing “sandwich” as a verb –

such as when I say I’ll sandwich you

between my arms all day, my little lamb –

loving what we are and what we am.

We won’t need any ham.

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Let’s Call Things What They Are

Pride, go take a ride.

You’re too obsessed with Shame.

Today I’ll be replacing you

with names devoid of blame.

Boredom and Depression –

adaptations to frustration!

Take your band-aids off us, damn it:

flap around another planet.

Let’s look directly at the star.
Let’s call things what they are.

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Nuthin

I do not know what

to do about nuthin

& nuthin don't know
what to do about me.

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Everything’s Alive

We live inside the living.

The complex of a house

and its inhabitants

wreaks sentience

with a vengeance.

Everything’s alive:

the bees, the air, the hive.

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Breathe With It

Let less be more –

then worry less:

emerge from blue

amorphousness

and surge toward

the igniting light:

see the day

give form to night.

Dive in, beseech –

be pleased with it –

breathe it in,

and breathe with it.

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