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No Exit No Retreat

No Exit No Retreat

No Exit No Retreat

We CHARGE
Into love
There is
No RETREAT
It’s instant...

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I Saw You

I Saw You

I saw you last night in the silent hours,
In that part of the mind where dreams devour
All...

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CONNECTIONS

CONNECTIONS, IT IS A GOOD THING
TO HAVE CONNECTIONS, AS LONG AS
THEY ARE GOOD CONNECTIONS.

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ON PURPOSE

WE ALL DO THINGS ON PURPOSE, FOR INSTANCE WE SHOWER REGULARLY,
WE EAT OFTEN, WE SHOULD PRAY...

Poem -

Recollecting Unusual Positions

Simultaneously
looking down at her back
through the hull
of a glass bottomed boat...

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OUR BOLOGNA HAD A FIRST NAME

Inspired by Bill MacEachern

OUR BOLOGNA HAD A FIRST NAME

There's a generation that doesn't have the largest population which probably was for the best...

...

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Rift

Alone I seem to be.
From now to infinity.
There is no ladder to climb
to connect me...

Poem -

Pleasant Lies

My soul traverses over the abyss.
Above all and above the lies.
But I want to descend into it...

Poem -

Pathways

A thought on choice.

The pathways meddled through my head,
Keeping in mind the almost prophetic words before.
All...

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God

God

God gave me that a Very best friend
one to maybe even to finish life with
I love you Debbie...

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How can he Dare

How can he Dare

he lies in his bed
he thinks of me
writing and erasing
all his poetry
which he...

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My Best One

My Best One

Life is better with you
So that’s my conclusion
It took my some research
But now I’m...

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Only Alone

Only Alone

Only Alone

Life alone
Isn’t lonely
Life alone
Only means only

Only I...

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Boomers

Boomers

Boomers

Bottle caps were currency
Pop sticks were our props
Maple seeds
Were...

Poem -

Horse Drawn Carriage

Horse Drawn Carriage

Here’s the thing about marriage
Here’s the thing about love
if you don’t have either
...

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Rolling Dystopian

Rolling Dystopian

The revolution unpeels...

Ugly truths are revealed...

Former friends choose to repent...

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Drifting Away

Drifting Away

We seemed so very close as though we were in bondage tied to insane love
Then some sort of storm...