I’m offered many
opportunities. I try
not to squander them
with fear, shame, guilt, doubt and an
overwhelming sense of dread.
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Obstacles And Electrified Chess
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Dizzy Mizzy
Swivel, swivel in
your chair. I don’t eat cats but
cats don’t care. Meow.I’ll find your mind, mind my
find, find my mind, mind your find.
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Rainsnow Pendulum OR Flesh Feels Funny
The end of my here
Shrugs and sort of coughs softly
Maps lay out and wait.Roads I’ve travelled on,
and places I frequent, go.Not ready for it.
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San Diego and Vitamin Headaches
I am unsure of
life’s direction and am a
bit panicked thereforeMany miles ahead
and truth be told, I’m behind
still. Hope warm sun smiles.Also, I am taking vitamins:
B complex. headaches? Yes?
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Gorge Yourself On Self-Deprecation OR Brains Are Bogus
Time to grow up and
stop using the excuses you
used when you weretwelve goddamn it. Man up
and stop being an asshole.
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Cyclicalacilyc
Art is hard when life
is good and life is good when
horn is blown and hornis blown when gigs come free and
gigs come free when art is good.
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Guest Submission – “A Birthday Haiku For Alex Burgoyne”
by Aaron Butler
It is your birthday,
but really who the fuck cares?
You are just older.
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Happy Birthday To Me
A weekend full of
friends and songs and time with Clem.
I feel loved and loved.
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Sans Punchlines
News interests me but
it’s too much like reading theViolence isn’t
a true answer. Disputes changeWhen food is mis-made
it behooves you to use aIt’s a challenge to
bring myself to be the realLunch: necessity
IF danger < peaceF*** making honest
efforts to change each other.
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We’re Surrounded
I’m remorseful of
things I say, if only to
put on a feeling.There are those who reap
quiet wrath but know nothing
of their strong “harvest”I’m grateful for my
ability to tame my
sharp tongue with dry witbut its not always quick enough
to heave laughter onto a fire
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Clementine Trees
Growing forever,
we’re the trees and the leaves and
the falling and bud.We’re moved by wind
and rain but we’re still growing.
Love is rings on trees.
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Turn Lanes Are Scary
It’s like a blind man learning to see at 26 after learning to navigate the world without his eyes. But learning like he took a class, not like someone gave him eyes. Like if every blind person had the opportunity at a certain age to learn to see and then they could see afterward but he felt ok about not seeing and just went on not seeing for 10 years longer than everyone else. He’s really good at not seeing, but now he’s learning o read. Its like that.
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I Can Only Blame Empty Afternoons
Blues, depth and meter
Struggle in tension, release
Matter over mind
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Still January OR Remember to Fill Your Gas Tank
Blues and constant whir
Winter’s beauty is lost in
its length, sunlessness.
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Going To Others’ Gigs
Some, times you have to
sit; watch everyone else: ho><rns
Still, trying to be.
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Grey Matters
Bright and bitter cold
Lungs and finger tips and nose
cry with spring longingWith winter lagging
on and no sun again we
sigh…Collective, big breathy sighs
with collective, midwest depth…And so it goes
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Adverbs of Frequency
Often, I’m lost with mountains to do. Often, they’re on the back burner. Often, they are left there at the end of the night to simmer. Often, they’re forgotten tomorrow.
Sometimes, I sleep really well and wake up and my back doesn’t hurt and my neck isn’t stiff. Sometimes, I drink enough water and have to visit the bathroom in the middle of the night. Sometimes that keeps me up. Sometimes I can’t fall asleep, and also can’t wake up. Sometimes I have lots of energy in the morning. Sometimes I drink tea before bed. Sometimes tea helps me sleep.
Usually, I shower before work. Recently, I have been showering at night. Rarely od tinghs jelbum in my hdea.
Almost always, I am lost and looking.
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Breakfast is a Snaking Thing OR Now Its Here, Now Its Gone
Moving forward, I’ve
learned to flow with breeze and tide.
Rush and drag. Repeat.
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Below(,) Mountains of Molehills
In a lie, I’m stuck beneath a rock. I’m watching earth move and counting the cold and warm seasons. In truth, I’m atop the rock watching burning life, often wishing I was beneath.
Sometimes thought moves slow
It drags in thick molasses
Like a candle burningSometimes life thunders
Claps loudly with little warn
Like a broomstick fallsIn a few months, I’ll call San Diego, California home for a few months. Life is constantly more comfortable than it was. And lucrative. I’m building a life with created chaos.
Below me, a soft,
pillowy thing. Above, else.
I am terrified.Love is strange and open and true. Though it confounds us both often. We’re making strides in each other and ourselves and looking forward to big things. I think we’ve chosen wisely.
Clementine, she loves
and I’m learning to accept
She is my best thing.
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Smokey Dark and the City Rumbles Still
My breath, stale and soft
The breeze is still and heavy
Shimmer, winter snow.
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Singular Tragedy is Redefining. Where Do We Go From Here?
broken and we’re all
sharing our bare souls; youth and
life; nation weeping.and we all wish
and we all wail
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