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two laughs for the price of one - isn’t that what we all want 

- a simple pick on a menu: a life created by a split: what one

lane has the other is left - I try often to pick the fastest only 

to end - resurfacing a thought pattern: how deep my breaths 

go - how hot the sun becomes: how each moment wasted is 

spun into a tale: how a sun 

implodes before it destroys - perhaps it has the same thought 

one more rotation: one less spin - how often it all escapes - 

an aberration in white and black - what a twist:  a turn like 

Shakespeare wrote: a decades ago - it all comes down to two 

laughs: one mine the other the universe 

"The Three Bells"*

the light blue

the specks of green 

have come before - the reds and 

even the white - the blinding white 

of the page, of the sky, the sea  

where does it all go: the absorption 

one minute in class: the next a lecture 

then reality - a practice really - a patience 

an incomprehensible patience 

each story on repeat: each emotion felt 

there is no more pity in me. no empathy 

i am at the age where i can watch with awe 

pure raw awe that we are one moment here 

then there: then soon nowhere: perhaps i did 

die in colorado - like denver - one moment 

in the sky, in the river staring up into mountains 

if only life was so kind 

an absorption of reality

 The Three Bells: by The Browns

600–670 THz

tidbits

such other things

the importance 

magnifies 

how one second 

etches 

the other second 

mends 

such are the tidbits: rain 

that bites - a memory akin 

to a dream. to the sky 

a fear - a lonely fear the ship 

will leave without you 

the blue of the sky has nothing on the sea

i have been told - i trust - i believe. i did

inverse function

cavalry blue 

it sits higher than what i am used to

at the lights - i stare down. the energy

it needs: it feeds at each rotation 

a comparison 

to my existence. where do i exist 

how does my existence compare 

to the creation of man. how many 

rotations are needed 

the blue of the sky

it is blue like the sky at times.

i ponder its masculinity. that is 

what my mother said about it 

such a comment. she says a lot 

of such things. a guilt only she 

can bring. first how do i sleep 

with no man. then something 

how can i be this: not have

a house. i stood still when she 

said this and said if i wanted 

a house - i would have a house 

then when the man said why 

are you here - is it cuz you 

can't - your own place. i  

stood again. said the same 

thing -if i want it - i'll get it 

and i was gone. 

 

proof by exhaustion

There's those that share nicely 

Others who demand explanations 

Even when there is none to give 

An exhausting battle for an English 

Teacher or two - the discussion goes 

To the iambic - the dissection of a verse or two 

Thin it out - plump as it may be - it holds 

How does one explain inspiration - a moment 

Of creation that has no center - how does one 

Share exhaustion 

6.04.13

 "not about what was but what will be"

well beloved 

it all came to not so 

instead 

it is what is now

yes 

i've read enough, listened enough 

and try 

to understand 

how there is no past 

how there is no future. 

there is now 

so if i count my life in nows  

i am good 

very good

a nice place to rest my head 

cats a plenty

a guard dog who sleeps 

mostly dreaming of happiness 

but then 

that would be the past 

and we can't go there 

because it doesn't exist: in fact i am told 

it never did