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To fill and empty
thoughtfully, through bring and take
we build our new life

It’s so noisey here. 

Rows of speakers line my head
and hum fuzzy truths/2

Sometimes it’s important
To have your peace heard

But sometimes, like fire
Your peace turns lone flame to flames;
And burns it all down

And a lesson late learned
Leaves you lost for words

Thirty-two years of
marriage. Here’s to thirty-two
more. Whoa. Love yous loads.

Like a lost limb, the sensation lulls into dark corners, only to be knocked free
A memory which dances with loneliness and fear

It hurts worse because
it hurts at all, a phantom
of the pain it was

Sometimes it’s so loud that you could only ever be outside of it
Sometimes it’s so soft that you could only ever feel it

Behold, the chiming
of bells, which ring like sadness,
like a time-machine,

like tintinnabulation
from a thousand tiny fears

Life isn’t just mine
I share it with everyone
Despite checkered pasts

And narcissism can rear
it’s ugly head whenever

Maybe it is, maybe
But why now and them and you
And does it matter

It’s a trap where falling in
Is also falling out

Days off never feelgood.

They’re always stuffed with self-indulgence

also,

self-loathing

Sam reminded me
of who the boss really is.
“So THAT’S where it’s from.”

ALSO

Why, oh why did I
sit and click while they tock and
tick me off? I’m dead.

And this ticking reminds me
of the ever vigilant fill

OR

In and out she goes
It’s fun while it lasts, and then
your insides come loose.

Sitting in the car
How long is she going to
be in th… oh. hi.

A turn and turning
Plus it’s adding and also
Here, right here we are

Soft wind and winding
Clocks and then there’s wrist watches
There, right there we go

Live and living and live
Like your address, and address
Get square, and measure

Dust the dust, so sew
Command your command, also
End is oft at end

A week of work turns
out to be harder than it
looks – it’s been a go.

It isn’t beyond
our control to reign the bad
and foster some good

Let’s let the lack of
haiku just be a good sign,
and not much, much, more.

Print and tape and stuff
Sounds like a euphemism

It’s too bad it’s not. 

To find your way means
occasionally blowing
a hole in your life

Happiness is a warm gun,
where dead people might be jobs. 

I started this blahg
but half a decade ago.
Winter bleeds sad poems

My resolution:
I want to write more haiku
while on the toilet.

Full, confident, yet
Filled to the top with small thoughts
And meaningless acts

Like an elephant,
I lumber – like an artist,
I wilt me away

by Anonymous
6 October 2015

I sat and waited
while you moved on, you always
loved her more than me

by Anonymous
7 October 2015

She said all the things
she didn’t really mean it
good thing she’s gone now.

Hello, fall. It’s been
too long. Summer, go to hell.
See you far too soon.

There’s magic at work
Morning gives power to brains
And fall doesn’t hurt

Here: unintended
brought to you by beer and friends
and constant progress

There’s nothing like food
to change your mood, bad to good
also, prevention?

It’s not that I care (per se)
but what are you doing there (up there)?
It’s just all the time (is all).

It’s not so hard, man.
Just do the things and you’ll be
a little better.