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i’ve known poets

who did not know

they were poets

but all of them

they would know

you are no poet

one who microscopes

worlds

and telescopes Universes

this is clearly not you

learn to explore

discover these places

and you will be a poet

otherwise

you remain another bigot

a failure

in modern society

dancing around crazies

believing in them

believing in you

i can’t keep from laughing

at the fraud

society allows you

why care when control collapses

wheels fall off

wagons drop

progress stops

what then?

environmental concerns

change

Changes

changed

i have high confidence

make-believe

will never achieve your desired

400 Miles

i drove record

thoughts across

I-20 for hours

and hours

devouring sandwiches

such moments

Doctor Who (mine too)

were getaways from life

all driving towards

Anne

kept this caravan

going forever,

and ever

an age it was,

gone again from all now

meeting again and again

Anne

hours there

hours here

missing

Anne

Complex

She is fire in my darkened swamp

warmth on a cold star

mist in morning

naked taste on Sunday

something unforgettable

on Monday

She is fire in my darkened swamp

a soup is but souls of a part

mixed together and blended

much as two as them not of another

can become as part of one

She is fire in my darkened swamp

dancing about sand crabs

all waiting

waiting and waiting for theirs

We are all waiting

but I am waiting

waiting for her

She is fire in my darkened swamp

but now I am waiting

waiting for her

dancing

She is somewhere turning near

i am here

waiting waiting for her

Fifth Bottle

am I not the same as I was yesterday?
or have I changed from good to evil?
why does the world see so differently
than it did when 'everything' changed
so radically that nothing else ever
mattered, and produces question after
question of secrecy - the power
to question un-mercifully

this is no way to be free

Careful Fear

when i think of all the wrong
walking about all the world wishing evil
upon fellowmen they know
so closely and so well

i am unfortunately
selfishly human
in wondering
and wanting to know
what any amount enforcement can do with this?

because to know and think another
would inflict
willfully
a lifelong pain
with suffering
on another or any other
seems unconscionable,

yet this is a pattern of anger
anger developed from pain
one gained with experience
through years of violence
and rage

to inflict pain
on those close
or far

who is safe with this kind of anger?

I am unfortunately
selfishly human
in wondering
and wanting to know
what any amount of law enforcement can do
with this

except to imprison US

Waiting for Venus

thinking time
                 and tinkering
Amy
       her hair was perfect
thinking Amy
                      coveting her
sitting anywhere
she is here

I am contemplating
Amy
thinking her
and I am sitting here
thinking her
split-second vision of moment
coming
near

she appears

we have a juice
and i think
Amy

what time is it on Venus?

I want too,
but then she goes

gone gone gone

Perfect Girl

why would I love you
more than I would want you
love you
like I could want you
why would I want you
more than I could love you
like I would want you
more than I could want you

perhaps

more than I could love you
like I would love you
more than I will want too
more than that
I
can never have you