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Thursday, September 5th, 2013 02:05 am
Today an educator spoke of
A "cradle to career pipeline"
As if our children were a commodity
To be pumped out of women's vaginas,
Transported to a facility to be refined,
And brought to the labor market
As efficiently as possible.

He is wrong.

Our children are the rich brown soil
Out of which the future will grow
And will be best cultivated
By allowing them to be carried along the river of growth
To accrete into the alluvial delta
Of tomorrow.
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Monday, May 27th, 2013 01:39 am
Let me whisper your body a symphony,
Kiss a melody onto your fingers,
Finger the chords of your passion
As your skin tightens
And vibrates to the drumbeat.
Let us pass notes back and forth,
Up and down the scale,
And tie strings to each other's hearts
As we rest together after.
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Tuesday, May 21st, 2013 02:13 am
The river, the one they call
The Drowningtide,
Appeared out of nowhere one spring,
Rushing across the furrows of tilled land.
In its wake, it left mud and death.

For a time, the dirty water flowed,
Cutting its channels through croplands
In a manageable current.
It irrigated the growth
Of useful things,
Of things that could be sold,
But it was always there,
Always covering land that before could be planted.

Sometimes, in the heat of summer,
It would dry up,
Teasing with the possibility of reclaiming those acres.
That was never wise.
The Flood was always in the offing,
Waiting to tear down the new growth.

In the evening,
I often sit on its bank,
And wonder if the day will come
When I throw myself into the river.
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Tuesday, May 14th, 2013 11:45 pm
I love the shape of your body -
The way it bounces and jiggles when you laugh,
Its folds and hidden valleys in the darkness,
The cascades of you upon my belly
As you straddle me in the morning.

There is exactly enough of you,
As much as is needed,
And not an ounce or an inch that I do not want.

You are a gift
In a package of just the right size
To hold you,
And I adore the way you are wrapped,
The decorations you choose to adorn yourself.

I long to take you home
And open you
And explore all you have given me.
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Wednesday, December 26th, 2012 01:46 am
May I have a word with you?
It will only take a moment.
One word
Seems so small,
Of little moment, as one might say.
But a word, a word is so much more,
Its countless shades of meaning,
Layered one upon the other,
Mocking the tiny compartment
In which the dictionary would have it.
A mountain of experience
Has shaded the nuances of every word ever spoken,
A river of tears,
An ocean of memories.
Each word calls forth a thousand pictures,
Every one with its import,
And I am just one man.
Hundreds of millions of lifetimes
Have constructed every verb,
Informed every noun,
Impregnated every adjective.
All the weight of the world bears down
On a handful of letters.
So, if you have a moment,
I’d like a word with you.
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Saturday, December 15th, 2012 03:49 am
I dreamed you, last night,
Were soft and yielding, no matter how hard my head
That you held as I leaned against you.
You gave me comfort, and filled my arms when I was lonely.

I dreamed you, last night,
Enfolded me in your warm embrace
When sleep wouldn't come.
I felt secure with you around me,
And the weight of you on my chest.

I panicked when I woke
Unable to breathe, my face buried in the pillow
Suffocating me.
My arms were fouled in my blanket; I couldn't move
Nor feel my legs, because the sheet had become tangled
And cut off circulation.
I wished that I could be asleep again,
Even for five more minutes.
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Friday, December 7th, 2012 02:10 am
Do you remember that time
When we didn't go skating?
I think I was in seventh grade,
Or maybe I was in eighth grade and you were in seventh
In different schools, and we hadn't met yet
And we didn't go skating
Together.

And do you recall
When we were in high school
And we didn't go to that movie?
You know the one, it had Michael J Fox in it,
Or maybe it was Harrison Ford,
And my friends and your friends
Were different sets of friends
And we barely knew each other.
To this day I can't forget
All the fun we didn't have.

Oh, and the dance we didn't go to,
Do you remember that too?
The limousine we didn't rent,
And the dress you weren't wearing,
And how nice I didn't look?
That was the night I didn't tell you
How I felt about you
For the very first time.

I still think back often
On all those years after we graduated
When we weren't dating.
There are so many places we used to not go together
That are filled with the memory of the absence of you.
Whenever I sit and drink a cup of coffee
All by myself
It's always you I'm not with,
In my mind.

Sometimes I reminisce about
The wedding we didn't have,
And quietly reflect on
The children we haven't raised
As I sit up late at night
Instead of going to bed
Without you.

Today, I am feeling older than I am,
And each day a little more so.
I can sense myself slipping away
Into that darkness where I can take no companion.
Through all of life's turbulence
You have not been here,
And now at the last you remain
Away from my side.
This, this only,
I regret.
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Monday, August 6th, 2012 07:29 pm
Real life is hardcore.

There are no save spots.
There are no progress points.
There's no reload, reset, restart,
No play the game again.
You are the only you.
You play straight through
From the start until the end.
Real life is hardcore.

There are no choices
Of different characters,
Can't hack the server, change your stats,
Or play a different guy.
You are the only you.
You get one point of view
Until the day you die.
Real life is hardcore.

There are no respawns.
There are no extra lives.
Nothing can resurrect you, bring you back,
There is no cure for death.
You are the only you.
No matter what you do,
You'll draw your final breath.
Real life is hardcore.

What are you waiting for?
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Saturday, February 4th, 2012 12:52 pm
You are the pleasant unreality
Behind my eyes.
You are the tinge of sensuality
In sunset skies.
When the night is over
And when it's time to wake
And I succumb to gravity
While rising from the lake,
You are my breath of air
As heavy, wet despair
Pours into my lungs with every
Gasp I take.
My ears fill up with thunder
And I realize
You are the branch that holds me under
With love-sweet lies.
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Wednesday, February 1st, 2012 07:56 pm
A couple of cats
Got into a spat
Just outside of my door.
The one seemed pissed
Because he got dissed
By the object of his amour.
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Wednesday, June 15th, 2011 10:15 pm
She stretches forth her arm, her open hand,
Averts her pallid face, and lifts her chin
As if she's had this whole encounter planned.

Her pose insists: "I know you understand.
You know my need. Now let the game begin."
She stretches forth her arm, her open hand.

Her finger, scarred, recalls her wedding band,
Removed in contemplation of this sin
As if she's had this whole encounter planned.

She waits there, silent, full of cold demand,
A waxen lover made of parrafin.
She stretches forth her arm, her open hand.

She is a statue sculpted out of sand
That starts to crumble as the tide comes in
As if she's had this whole encounter planned.

And at the edge of darkness, there I stand,
So captivated by this mannequin.
She stretches forth her arm, her open hand,
As if she's had this whole encounter planned.
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Wednesday, May 18th, 2011 04:48 pm
Every time you say it,
It is new and shiny to me,
Like a freshly minted penny tossed into the wishing well
From which all my words bubble forth.

Every time you say it,
It is colorful and exciting to me,
Like a brightly wrapped present on my birthday
Full of inspiration.

Every time you say it,
It is warm and dear to me,
Like a newborn infant crying out
Depending on me to nurture it.

Every time you say it,
It is bold and intoxicating to me,
Like the first sip of wine in the evening
On the first date.
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Tuesday, May 17th, 2011 08:30 pm
I saw a man inside my head
Who filled my heart with fear and doubt.
He made me wish that I were dead.

I drank my wine, I ate my bread.
I wondered, what is life about?
I saw a man inside my head.

He spoke; I think he spoke. He said
"You in the darkness there, come out!"
He made me know that I was dead.

I have a date today. I dread
He'll call it just another bout.
I saw a man inside my head

Who told me he would die instead
And save my soul from the final rout.
He made me wish that he were dead.

When sunset comes I'll go to bed
In silence, prayerful and devout.
I saw a man inside my head
Who made me wonder, what is "dead"?
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Thursday, March 31st, 2011 12:02 pm
In 2009, I managed (some days just barely) to write a poem avery day in April, no matter how terrible -- and some of them were.

In 2010, I ... did not. In fact, I made no posts in April at all, of any kind.

In 2011, what shall I do? Why, this:

I am going to go through all of my poetry, here and on LJ, and select the ones I think are at least decent as first drafts. Then I am going to properly edit and revise them. Then I am going to publish them on Smashwords on April 30, for some nominal amount.

To my adoring* public, I make this request: if there are any poems in particular you'd like to see me revisit, leave a comment here to let me know.

*(all three of you)
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Thursday, March 3rd, 2011 06:49 pm
In Madison, in streets in Madison,
The People in peace do assemble.
They fear their freedom is crumbling
As they hear their leaders dissemble.
The phrases of angry protest
In Wisconsin are heard loud and strong:
"Excuse me." "Have you got a moment?"
"Your pardon, this shouldn't take long."

"Knock knock." "Who's there?" "A citizen.
Be so kind as to let me in?"
"We're missing a couple of Democrats."
(But we know what state they're IN.)
"Has the Capitol room for some visitors
To view their Assembly with pride?"
"Why, the Assemblymen that you're proud of
Have all moved their desks outside."

In Madison, pizza in Madison,
Pizza and protest and singing,
And when push comes to shove there's a limit
To what folks will take before swinging.
If another policeman tells them
"Watch your step, there's ice on the road,"
The people will sing operas at them
Until all of their heads explode.

"Knock knock." "Who's there?" "A protest.
We've marched here to leave you this note."
"Will you give Mr. Walker this message?"
(He'll sure get the word when we vote.)
"We hear you have some policemen
Patrolling the capital halls."
"Well, they claim to be law enforcement
But they're busy holding their balls."

In Madison, Wisconsin, in Madison,
The blood of patriots flows,
Freely, hotly, and fiercely,
And the face of the patriot glows
With fervor, and passion for justice,
And the voice of an angry crowd
That makes its demands with civility,
Because it's rude to be too loud.

"Knock knock." "Who's there?" "Your teacher.
Your school library. Your past."
"Can we talk about next election?"
(These Republicans surely won't last.)
"The Court said to open the doors.
It's time to let us in."
The People are angry, and patient.
In time, the People will win.
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Thursday, September 2nd, 2010 11:37 pm
Standing, late at night, under the street lamp on the corner,
She wonders, if she could somehow talk to herself back then,
What should she say to that girl? How could she possibly warn her

In any way that was better than the words of the woman who'd borne her,
That everything isn't always as easy as it was when you were ten?
Standing, late at night, under the street lamp on the corner,

Casting about in the dark and wondering if anyone would mourn her,
She takes a moment to think about the lonely places she's been.
What should she say to that girl? How could she possibly warn her

That the pain of the needle as it injects the brilliant inks that adorn her
Will feel like the artist's fingers on her breast in memory when
She's standing late at night under the street lamp on the corner.

She knows they're stupid as sheep; how ironic that they have shorn her
Of whatever warmed her insides. It's almost like something from Zen.
What should she say to that girl? How could she possibly warn her

How easy it was to find herself alone and lost and forlorn, her
Penance for ever having had a thing to do with men.
What should she say to that girl? How could she possibly warn her
About standing late at night under the street lamp on the corner?
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Wednesday, August 18th, 2010 09:28 pm
Dear person,
     as you read my words,
sound out letter by letter the pain within my spirit,
silently mouth the syllables of my heart's tears,
     as you read my words, dear person,
build up within your mind the clauses on which I depend,
and at the end pronounce my sentences
with the full weight of your judgement upon me,
     as you, dear person, read my words,
know that I love you.

I love you because you are The One:
you read my words, and my voice speaks within you;
your soul is whipped by the wind that rips my own;
I love you, dear person, as you read my words,
because you care enough to let them in, and so
You, most personally and most specifically you,
     I love.

(P.S.: stop wasting time trying to figure out who I wrote this to. It was you, silly. Didn't I say so?)
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Friday, May 21st, 2010 03:22 pm
Where have you gone?
Why are you so quiet?
What's going on
When you shut yourself away?

I've got to hide.
Hiding's not a lie; it
Means, deep inside,
There is nothing safe to say

Because I know it when my brain
Gets all stupid and insane
And I shut up shut down shut you off
To shut away my pain.

So if you want, I'll let it out,
Throw my tantrums, cry and shout,
But the bottom of that bitter trough
Is full of fear and doubt.

Who built this wall?
What lies behind it?
How can I call
When it seems like you can't hear?

I laid every brick.
There's a door, but I can't find it.
I stay inside because I'm sick,
Stay silent out of fear

Because I know it when my brain
Gets all stupid and insane
And I shut up shut down shut you off
To shut away my pain.

So if you want, I'll let you see
The dark and evil side of me,
But the bottom of that bitter trough
Is full of misery.

When will you be back?
Can't you hear me crying?
The loving that I lack,
I need to get from you.

I'll be back when I can live.
Can't you see I'm dying?
You have all that I can give,
And all that I can do

But I know it when my brain
Gets all stupid and insane
And I shut up shut down shut you off
To shut away my pain.

So if you want, I'll do my best
To do without the rest,
But the bottom of that bitter trough
Is full of emptiness.
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Wednesday, March 24th, 2010 11:03 pm
You are written in a language
   I don't recognize.
Though you fill my life with music,
   I can't harmonize.
All the depth of all the ocean,
All the grace of Heaven's motion,
You possess, but I've no notion,
For your brightest shining barely
   Penetrates my eyes.

I am crudely sketched in pencil,
   Faded with the years.
I am scribbled in the margin,
   Blurred by private tears.
I have joy, and love, and passion,
I have beauty in my fashion,
But I've drawn a shorter ration
Of the means to bring them out from
   Underneath my fears.

I am locked within my prison.
   Will you set me free?
I am lost, confused, and frightened.
   Will you comfort me?
I am here, but I need tending.
I need help, and time for mending.
If you have the strength for lending,
Hold me close and say you love the
   Person I can be.
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Friday, November 20th, 2009 01:46 pm
Love is not an electric lamp.
So many think like everyone has a socket or a bulb,
And if you've got a socket you need to find someone with a bulb,
And if you've got a bulb you need to find someone with a socket.
Then you get together, and you get "in love" and screw together and everyone can see the Light of your Love for each other,
And once you get screwed together, there's no more room for anybody else.

So many think like you're either a plug or an outlet,
And a plug and an outlet get together and get plugged together,
And then the whole thing Starts Working,
And after you've gotten plugged, you've got to get unplugged before you can make anything Work with someone different.

It's not.

We have lost our words for love, and not having words, can no longer understand the ideas.
We have let our gods and our laws and our society's disapproval take away our joy.
We have cast away our happiness for someone else's morality.
We live in darkness, because we have extinguished the bonfire of passionate consummation
And replaced it with a stand-lamp in the corner.