Category: My Work
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Motes
Motes Dust motes pirroette in a golden beam, A beam so sharp and razor-edged There is no pause from dark to light And leaves no blood nor open wound Should you cross it. Then fans out to a golden wash Of light and warmth Illuminating tiny stars, That orbit, dance and drift Bound by the…
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DMZ
DMZ We have come to an awkward place, A North/South Korea moment where No one has claimed victory Yet no one has admitted defeat, An awkward and stressful moment That now demands a resolution. My DMZ is this kitchen table Where victories are declared in stare-downs And brief moments of interregnum. The cost of coming…
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24 fps
24 fps My senses lag behind the times. It may be the curse of age or The effects of my foibles, follies and/or failings. The jury is still out. As the high-pitched whine of day-to-day Descends from compression-blue To attenuated-red I can see the cine frames unwinding. They become foreshortened on the screen, Pressed together…
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What Do I Miss?
What Do I Miss? I miss the touch of another’s skin. I miss the sound of another’s voice. I miss the comfort of another’s presence. I miss the thrill of having an audience. I miss the trail of tears on a cheek. I miss the sight of a welcoming face. I miss the smile of…
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Round & Round ( part 2 )
Round & Round. (part 2) It was a most chaotic trip begun so gently Easing slowly into the wind Cooling the sweat on a sunbaked brow. Then round and round with gathering speed Till hats flew off and curls came all undone. I was on a carnival ride that would not stop. We gasped. …
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Nothing About Nothing
Nothing About Nothing Consciously doing nothing requires more effort Than doing nothing unconsciously. As long as there are rules to be followed And conventions to be honored, There will be rules that are broken And conventions that vanish with the dawn. Keeping the rules straight Is more than I can bear. Nothing is as it…
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Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis It no longer bothers me that I have nothing to do. After weary years of being sensible About umbrellas and galloshes And heeding the warnings about Mad Dogs and Englishmen And reminding myself That it’s only water, I’ve hung my raincoat by the door And now choose to ignore the rain. No muss. No…
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What Games Shall We Play?
What Games Shall We Play? Let’s play “Hide-and-Seek“. I’ll hide in plain sight Where there is no option But to be caught. You may hide wherever you wish. Let’s play “Musical-Chairs“. I am competing with thousands For a very limited number of chairs. In your version there is only one chair And you stand defiantly…
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It’s About Me
It’s Always, Always About Me I am the Oppenheimer in some Grand and monstrous thing Snatching a regrettable future From the jaws of ignominious defeat. I find myself the lynchpin In a fragile structure That fears my touch. I have been given a cursed key To open fanciful doors, A key to a grand…
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Phonography
Phonography Deviant behaviour involving sound. A gross and indecent abuse Of language, Either spoken or written. We’re all guilty at times. We are imperfect creatures. Don’t let it become a habit.
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