Facebook – A Sonnet

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

Time –collapsible – a recycled can Waiting for an electronic crusher To make old friends into new friends again; A clear, clever, carefree moment ushers The turn to other days, better or worse. Happy, sad, wistful – a whirring blender Cutting melted emotions thick and coarse Flies the dart of memory. Hard, slender, The shaft…

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Demons Never Die

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

Did you know that demons never die? They writhe and twist, sometimes they cry, But demons never die. Today you may fight, even destroy O’rthrow your every foe. Just remember, Demons never die. They’ll creep, and find you hiding from the dark. In your dreams, you’ll know, just as I That demons never die. Repulsed…

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Conscience

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

Is desperation bad? Is conscience good? Yes, unless … What excuse can I proffer for pitiless Amoral inaction or rapid tactlessness In action? To act and not to be acted Upon. Agency cannot be retracted. A man who stares at a woman Who ignores that she is beautiful Cannot hold responsible the man Who in…

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Come Play

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

I read an invitation to dream today. The words formed a magical display, that made me think of love and thoughtful hope I would have cried if I could. But I know, Just isn’t proper. “Come sit,” it said, and spin me happy tales. Stay with me tonight, beside shadows stale. Learn how dreamers sleep…

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Cold Moonbeams on Cold Squirrels

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

Heartbeats shiver like squirrels in the frost. They know I’m cold. Hearts feel faint; They taste like muffins, but smell only of old mold. These squirrels feel the way a lemon sounds When it drops to the ground. Kathy Williams was a squirrel in John Day a long time ago. And moonbeams dance the way…

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Clipped Wings

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

We teach a child to sing And he sings. We ask a bird to sing And she sings. Then we clip her wings. Then we tell him “no.” So she can’t fly And he doesn’t fly. For safety, So she doesn’t leave The world we want him to know Behind. To do What she was…

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Chat

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

A voice blurred, pixilated, spatters chatter across wires. Hopes spark. Silence follows. Hard. Cold. Brutally empty. This silence weighs on my mind, my chest, my heart, my brain, sitting darkly down. Sparks flash and die.

Butterfly Cage

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

How do you build a butterfly cage? With silken threads and gossamer strings to bind up the head and tie up the wings. How does one trap a butterfly? With careful lies and sweetest melodies to stop her flight and hold her listlessly.

Bug Stomping

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

I squashed a bug, smash. Gross huh. It was cool, squash. Another one bit the dust, wipe. There go two more in one big swipe. Hurry, kill another two or three before someone steps on you or me.

Broken

July 11, 2015 / 0 comments

broken, severed, dismantled entirely The sad shame of leaving Memories Drifts over my mind. A healthy message Under trees where sunshine and shadow Meet in Eldorado. Ride in a car, Race from afar, All of us To the broken past, Like glass, that can’t paste Itself together. You broken theme, You broken thing, My broken…

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