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My Waters
i am river
never ocean
i am sometimes
trickle creek
raging current
ripple puddle
i am often
quiet tea
i am flood
and tributary
i am liquid
in your eye
raining teardrops
dewey morning
moist saliva
heaving sigh
i am showers
in the springtime
i am steady
streaming hose
desperate thirst and
melting glaciers
summer drought
and runny nose
i am river
flowing free
everchanging
that is me
with reddish brown
transluency
and murky waters
that is me


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(short on breath)
my heart
seeps love
like rich
gold blood
pouring
with subtlest
dripping
ache
heady
moments
almost
too light
the occasional
urge to grasp
my chest
and withhold
i fear
and yet
i wait
spilling
raining
Truth

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For my Friend
a woman
i have watched her dance
and watched her slip once in a while
laughing lightly often, but then
shrieking rightfully in pain
whence
she
falls
you would fall, too,
if you had to balance
a baby girl against the weight of the world
swimming struggling in a sea of tumultous
blended past present memories
all the knowledge of a Goddess
juxtaposed to the worst
of this world
she
dreams
deeply and
inspires
everybody until
she is
exhausted
and slips into the ocean's swell
for an all-too needed salty seasoak
rest, scales sucking in healing
to fill her up with magik
miracle strentgh
to arise in sunlight
one of these days
grace renewed
and endless arms entwine
around her babygirl
and
once
again
together
they beam
and grace their spirits
in this world
where unseen
joys
await their brightest
smiles

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DreamyDay


i don't know if it was a fever
or what, but i have been
elevated today, in sweet delerium
dreamwaking and
wonderfully wondering
without worry
my fantasies
are bliss
and consequences
seem irrelevant
i am suspended
contented, sluggish, at ease,
swimming in tonight's starsea...
by morning's light
an increase in strength
would be welcome
but meanwhile
i think i'll just
take another moment
to Flop...

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LifeLost
"Here is a secret--
I have become
Like you. I am a
Pacifist now.
But you can't
Tell any of the
Guys here, they'll
Kick my ass.
But, I figured it out.
I've got four months
Left. Then I'm
Back to college
Freshman....
'Do you know
Where Econ is?'
'Yeah it's over
behind the
swimming
pool...'
'Oh gee thanks'
and all that
nonsense....
But not before
I strap on my
Backpack
And bum around
Europe for a
Little while..."

RIP beloved Cousin...

I'm glad
We had
The chance
To talk.

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Bri

You can call him a soldier, and spit out the word
But he was my first cousin, first love, first friend.
Baseball card boy with his bright yellow dump trucks and
Deep blue eyes, fishing in the creek at our old
Apartment-complex, and conspiring to make a buck
From his harvest. Always the idea-man, with his
bottomless pockets and generous spirit. A remarkable
Appetite for pickles. Years later he still had the habit
Of ordering extras when treating me to tuna-fish sandwiches
And DC pints of ale. We drank nine rounds the last time
He visited me...it was grotesque. I remember the churning
In my gut right after I'd confessed to him about our granddad
And how he raped me from ages 3 to 9. My boisterous cousin
Was speechless, of course. It is difficult to know what to say.
Stumbling home, we returned from ruminescence to laughter
And Brian stole a pumpkin off a stranger's doorstep,
To my very vocal chagrin. "We'll carve it and return it."
A jack-o-latern surprise from the Heart of a ruthless soldier.
He slept in my spare loft above it and watched the fire glimmer
Through the night, no doubt with a characteristic grin....

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Shameless Flirtation


Quiet farm night, and my
Fantasies are pleasing--
Awakened in me after
Remarkable slumber--
I touch, I feel again, and
Loneliness
Is a seeming silliness
Now, despite the lack of
Tangible evidence
That this phase has passed.
Yet--a note. A memory,
An indication. Miraculous
Web-woven sticky dual-braid
Beauty. Laughter. Illusory
Imaginings that feel almost worthy
Of sustained belief....if only for
Anticipation's sake. One touch, perhaps
Two. Flirtation, innocent enough.
Gaming. What else is life but
Prayer and playtime? Sunsets and
Smelled flowers; sleep-in saturdays
And dreams? Kisses
Are on the horizon....
So true tasty sweet.....