trapped soul

I scrape my nails but hear no sound as my munched face signals despair. of the
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he died about a month ago when the seasons were reverse swapping images for buds.
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time passages

age seasons hope in a tighter broadband of colour. focused memories distilled
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hacked haiku

short poem of extreme meaning. I salute you. I admire your neatness. we
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johnny’s friend

johnny had a junkie friend whose fleece was white as her snow. and every
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canal walk

carpets of nature talking underfoot in a bygone dialect. chalk scars buried
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Latest Poem

Sitting questioning time as it
relates to me and everything
else less ordinary.

Gathering from Ecdysis 2008

Squirrels gather food
For the long
Dormant season

Why do we not
Do the same with

If we did
We would be
One full season
Of being.


2008 Bali

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