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Category: wandering mind

  • shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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    Through all the murmuring, all the murmuring, I slit my eyes like a contented cat. Watching it all, trying to sleep, trying to sleep away the noise. I feel something over my shoulder. watching. My headphones are in, but I’m listening to nothing. Unrelated conversations begin to relate. Their words overlap and answer each other…

  • Paths

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    In the winter the paths are so clear. They’ve been cleared for you by machines with hammerhead noses. They’ve been cleared by other footprints trying to do the same thing through the snow and ice – just find a way through it all. I think the paths through life are laid in the same way…

  • It's a party!

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    I’m having a party this weekend – tomorrow actually – and you all are invited. Oh the conversations we could have – especially with beer and wine to take off the edges. I like talking when I’ve been drinking beer or wine. I seem to care less, which is what happens anyway with drinking. If…

  • I hate you poem, but I want to love you

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    I officially declare this week “banana peel boogers stinky shoes dead flowers tuna waste the oven’s been” on for 24 hours week. We are out of coffee filters.

  • Tapped

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    I thought I heard a stranger in a crowd say my mom’s name this morning. Perhaps she’s just on my mind today. I’ve been hearing things that aren’t really there the past couple of days. Crickets from his chest, his arm pit – summer crickets. Where do crickets go in the winter? Do they all…

  • Update from mom in OKC this morning

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    Light glaze of ice and a dusting of snow here. Pretty windy. Funny to watch the birds slide about when coming in for a landing on the porch.

  • I'm not ready

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    You nibble breasts like wood ear mushrooms They are always about you but more I’m thin-skinned and paper light today even the sky is thin pale pink and translucent I arrived before you showered with heavy arms There could be coffee one step at a time up stairs the heavy umbrella of a body the…

  • Street scars

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    The moon is full and barking into my window through the curtain. Yesterday I said everything. Even secrets. I said most everything. She asked me about sleep and concentration and anger and relationships and I almost cried a few times at the hard stuff. After I left I felt heavy and light at the same…

  • Bad dog

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    I saw a lawyer picking his wedgie on his way to court. I drove behind a NY car with a big placard in the back window that said “bad dog” and had a picture of a pit bull. And then the driver made an illegal U-turn in the middle of main street. And I honked…

  • Revise

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    I’m trying to revise a new poem, but my mind keeps wandering off and I can’t concentrate and my computer is staring at me telling me to check all the portals, the internet portals, to distract myself further. I know you’re supposed to sit with things when you are stuck, but I’m feeling this one…