faceless

“describe them. describe the first one.”
“he was holding a gun.”
“what did he look like?”
“i recognized the gun. it was a glock 17.”
“was he black or white?”
“you get shot with one of those, you’re probably gonna get killed. i had my eye on his trigger finger.”
“what about the other guy?”
“a piece of pipe. he didn’t have a gun, just the pipe.”
“was they black or white? were they speaking english?”
“if the first guy didn’t have a gun, i could have handled the pipe.”
“what were they wearing? gang colors? patches?”
“the trick with a pipe is, they have to miss with the first swing and that’s when you move. they usually aren’t thinking yet with that first swing. you know?”

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haiku

nature’s sirens sound
new records for heat and storm
warnings we ignore

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haiku

she says one day we’ll
wake up caring for the earth
beautiful dreamer

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haiku

are brave hearts a thing
with lions or are they wired
and what about me

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Beneath the Waters

beneath the waters, my soul…
but hang on. does this mean beneath the surface of the waters
or under some water and over some water
or just in the water?
or wait, waters is plural. underwater in more than one place?
beneath the surface of sea. lake, river, pond, puddle, my soul…
or no, metaphorical water…

beneath the waters, down in the mud… nah

beneath the waters of my soul, my soul is… swimming…

beneath the air… what does that even mean?

beneath the ground, there is water, and my soul…

this is tougher than i thought it would be

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Trapped In My Ancient Fear

When I was very young, I had a fear of incarceration. Shown above is a photo of me essaying an early escape. I believe that this fear stemmed from a previous life. When I was leafing through an old magazine as an adult, the following advertisement struck a deep chord in me.

Yes, I was a cockroach in my previous life! If it was good enough for Kafka, it’s good enough for me. (Although, to be precise, Kafka told us he was an ungeheures Ungeziefer or “monstrous vermin.”)

Yes, a cockroach, probably trapped in a roach hotel or motel, and then next a baby human locked up in a crib, my parents turning me onto my back all the time, which happened to Kafka as well.

Strangely, I’m only at peace now, at night, sleeping in an adult-sized crib and crawling over the bars and out to the kitchen tofind a snack. If my wife turns on the light in the kitchen, I scuttle back to bed.

My wife, to give her credit, was good-natured about this ancient fear all through our honeymoon.

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poem

i pray for serenity
so does everybody else in the group around me
so does everybody else in all the other groups i attend or don’t attend
are we the least serene collection of folks around
how serene are all those others out there who don’t have to pray for it
have i ever met a serene person
good-natured is the closest i’ve got
i’m switching over
i’d rather be good-natured than serene

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My Mother Told Me…

my mother told me you can’t hurry love. she was impressionable and had heard the song. she said i’d just have to wait. love don’t come easy. it’s a game of give and take. then she’d walk away humming the tune.

only thing is, this is a small town. people talk. you can’t hurry love but you can’t slow down a baby from showing. mama has always wanted me to wear her wedding dress when the time comes. if she don’t want a bump stretching the fabric, the time has come.

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poem

market forces do
what madness and sloth have not
lay waste the planet

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Water

Water is stable. It can sit comfortably in liquid form, unemployed, for ten billion years, unchanged, given an agreeable environment.

Contaminates may intrude, but that’s not the water’s fault. There may be leaching, but blame that on the oxygen atoms in the water molecules. Nature not nurture.

Water changes to steam betimes, or ice. Waters of this planet, naturally phlegmatic, may be incited to violence by the moon or coriolis force or a cliff that must be plunged from. However, perhaps the only example of mischievous waters are those that replace their protium hydrogen isotopes with deuterium, creating the amusing “heavy water.”

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