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When I’m remembering you

(Put on Chet Baker - Almost Blue - then read in his voice)

 

The only time we meet is when I’m remembering you

All my thoughts a bridge

Constructed out of loyal recollections

Reflections I’ve perfected in my mind

And again you are divine

Again you are mine

More mine than ever - before

For a moment -

For a moment - sublime

More than ever before

When I’m remember...

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Paper Mache’

I glue on paper faces

Painted paper emotions

Youthful expressions

Air brushed lines

That time erases

I look at my faces

Paper crayon images

Counterfeit impressions

Hollowed traces of me

Through bits of torn canvas

Paper-cuts in deeper places

Finding it is no longer me I see

Dog-eared moments torn away

Pages of pulp fiction

Shreds of emotions

Confetti to...

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Choices

Green plastic army men

Barbie plays with Ken

Drafted are the boys to men

Someone’s started a fight

The girls can choose to abort

Politicians say they have that right

Choose to prostitute then they will prosecute

Pro-choice is not the right to choose

Only the right to a choice

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A Cooks Wish

Praise me if you wish

For yesterdays dish

The meal you did not finish

The sauce your spoon would not tarnish

The dinner you did not touch when it was fresh

Saying now this dish smells of Melville's fish

Do not consume the meal when the chef's gone to bed

Pay me no compliments after the dogs are fed

Who wants recognition after they’re trodden;

After they are gallows led?

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Have You Seen My Wayfaring Father

Have you seen my wayfaring father

He went astride before I was grown

He left our stead and my fragile mother

(He said he would not tarry long)

I summon him this decoration day

 

I left our stead late December

(With no ballast or chink in my pockets)

Across Mountain brook

Through thorn-ed bramble

To find him consorting with the abandons

I will not be swayed, this de...

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