a drunkard strolls, reciting mangled poetry: streetlamp as spotlight
Drunkard’s Walk [Haiku]
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Thermoclines in the Park [Free Verse]
Running through the park, in the light of the rising sun, I pass through a band of cool air, and a little later, pass through a band of warm, humid air. And, I wonder whether I'm having a stroke. Isn't physics supposed to push the warm air over into the cold, or pull the cold air over into the warm, or both, and to keep doing so until the air temperature is an undifferentiated mass? Had I stumbled into a glitch in the Matrix? Was the simulated weather breaking down? Why was thermodynamics misbehaving? I had so many questions, but so few answers. And so many miles to go.
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Mustard Gas Memories [Tanka]
the peachy glow of haze in the sunset stirs up fear & mustard gas memories among the old-timers
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Simplify [Free Verse]
One item per day was abandoned until living got hard. But like Diogenes -- who gave up his cup upon seeing a boy slurping from cupped palms -- eventually, it all was gone. Each item hand-weighed, its weight against is usefulness, and all were found expendable.
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Ripe Rice [Haiku]
fields of ripe rice stretch to the horizon to meet smoky skies
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Spring Flowers [Haiku]
spring blossoms - damp from passing showers - droop, but stay bright
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Propaganda [Common Meter]
The words were whispered down the line, but changed at every turn. Some words were written down in time, but gathered up to burn. And no one knew unvarnished truth -- only some stray excerpts. They tried to cobble together the judgments of experts. But truth was not to be retrieved by way of slick guesses and in the end all they had left were their burning messes.
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Empty Boats [Haiku]
Slant [Free Verse]
They told it slant, but not all the truth, and it rolled into the ears of the willing and into the minds of the faithful. And in those minds it was built into a swift machine, one of great power -- if little reality. But deaths never required reality of motive, only reality of matter. So, the wild stories became wild ideas that were the bane of us all.
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Endogenous High [Free Verse]
hot-injected molecule - squeezed into my bloodstream, shooting me into bliss & i ride that tide, rising & rising on the swell breath jagged, mind rapt with nothingness, & brain firing in electric tangles i'm seeing, but not attaching i'm being, but nothing in particular in time, my ride will be at an end, and I'll be back to the world of strange disasters
Tiger Riding for Beginners 