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09

It’s a small thing as these things go Nothing to lose any sleep about I don’t know why it hurts me so Not that much to go without It’s not as if God promised me That what I want is … Continue reading

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08

One man’s highway is another man’s maze Our eyes don’t always work the same The problem that you’ve sweated for days To someone else might seem quite tame What I seek is out of reach Though well within another’s grasp … Continue reading

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07

I’ve folded clothes and fed the cat and watered all the plants Cleaned the kitchen, put away the books, done the shopping for the week Put the trash out, took the wash in, sprayed the walk for ants Wiped the … Continue reading

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06

What if I came to your door And reminded you of when You said that you’d love me forevermore Would you let me in? When time was just a shadow moving on the wall And the world was nothing more … Continue reading

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05

Sunrise is another country A place I’ve heard of, but not been Beyond the sky, beyond the sea Inhabited by different men They don’t speak my language there A dialect of future tense Their words are made for different air … Continue reading

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04

Mister Bradley Mister Martin on a subway train Electrified briefcases and poison ice cream Not a doubt in the heart or a fear in the brain Major mission men with a secret scheme Mister Martin Mister Bradley camera eyes Invisible … Continue reading

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03

Not dead but somehow still a ghost I through these haunted hallways pass Unseen by all, unheard by most A stranger’s statue made of glass And who was here? Not I, not me Some other’s feet disturbed this dust Some … Continue reading

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02

He watches, not exactly still Not quite quiet, almost hid Sprawled upon my window sill Spectator to what I did Not comprehending, or so I think Not judging, or at least not much He watches while I have a drink … Continue reading

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01

Ruach gateway, sheath for teeth Beyond utility by grace possessed Mirrored softness, above, beneath Hunger’s mask and thirsting’s rest My eyes from your own eyes stray Descend to meet a redder glance That dances at the the things you say … Continue reading

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31 Sonnets In 31 Days

Tomorrow, August 9th, 2016, I will be 53 years old. I don’t like birthdays, and this one bothers me more than most, because Philip Dick was 53 when he died.  That may not mean much to anyone else, but it … Continue reading

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