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Inexpensive | Poetry
~~*~~I renounce Colorado, and Fort Collins, where I was raised.I renounce both utterly.I tell folks now my hometown is Imperial Beach, California.Because that is where my true life started.~~*~~Hours after a windfall and a tree’s rustling leaves, a p...
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Greatness | Poetry
Too often the “great” are called so out of the cesspool’s need and no other reason.How they got that way isn’t questioned. To the cesspool, “great” is amoral. It is nothingmore than one’s seismic significance to the subsurface turds. A great good and...
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Bricks | Poetry
Simply playing with my bricksmakes no sense to me.You insist that walking on themwill scuff your shoes,and that if I understood your needsI wouldn't push you. You refuse to look at my sunshine,complaining that it hurts your eyes,that my sunrises...
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Renewed | Poetry
She presses against me.The small of her back is a question mark.Clothing between my hands and her soft skin.A fetish renewed.A dream realized.She has no idea—which is how it should be.She has no idea; and I have lime desire—desire against hers, desir...
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The Quiet | Poetry
Beneath the chatter of these twisting, spastic days ...beneath the toxic tweetsand the monstrous resharesthe blaring memesand the naked revelationsmultiplied by millionsas people reveal who they truly are,what they are truly made of,the slow, thick s...
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There Is A Light | Poetry
There is a light—steady, unwavering, real.Beyond real.Greater than.Does it matter what I call it?Does if matter if I call it anything at all?It is always there—even when I can't see it.Or maybe I should say:even when my soul can't see it. There ...
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Middle-schoolers | Poetry
The difficulty of these days is cubedwith consciousness.Which tells you just how unconscious most people are. Ours is a middle-school-stunted species.Few ever truly grow up.Most remain in the 7th grade,concerned with popularity and status,concer...
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Existential | Poetry
This poem has held up terrifyingly wellsince I first wrote it in 2020.Incredibly terrifyingly well.We refuse to learn, and call that refusal sanity,to riff off of Einstein.And oh, look!Another election cycle is upon us,now fortified with AI!~~*~~Exis...
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Pain In The Ass | Poetry
Far too many of you bend over every day and cry,"Please, sir, may I have another?"Your daily cowardice is as much a reason whythe earth is dying as any polluting fossil fuel corporation.Sorry if you don't like that, but there it is.Deal.~~*~~The dire...
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Dust | Poetry
Change removes doubt while sowing the seeds for more of it.The crop needs to be regularly harvested or weeds set in.It’s a full-time job. Dust settles on me.The setting sun smells of hard work yellowed by advancing age.The must is pleasing. As a...
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Exiled | Poetry
I will never return to my home state of Colorado.I know I'll never want to.Alterius non sit qui suus esse potest.~~*~~Hours after a windfall and a tree’s rustling leaves,a path comes clear. The night air complements the rust and rot.Rain isn’t the cu...
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