10.11.2015
the writer yearns
to lift off like
the first feathered
‘saur
willing his hand
to leap
but nothing comes
and his pull
push carries
into danger waters
unthinking.
a cautionary tale
or merely
preparation
for takeoff.
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10.11.2015
the writer yearns
to lift off like
the first feathered
‘saur
willing his hand
to leap
but nothing comes
and his pull
push carries
into danger waters
unthinking.
a cautionary tale
or merely
preparation
for takeoff.
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10.9.2015
three jack daniels
dark glasses
black shirt and
MLB ball cap,
stubbled beard
ankled black tennies
and dark gray knee lengths.
the modern man-boy
on an airplane.
when did we stop
growing up
and give up.
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10.7.2015
what ladies were these
who rode out from
austin to confront
texas rangers on
on the pampas
that day
mommas, daughters
tough shooting
launderers
knowing their
wanderers wouldn’t
get away
what did they tell ‘em
or yell ‘em or sell ‘em
to get back them
documents back then
that day
no one’s a tellin’
if wouldn’t be
selling, the ladies
own lips are sealed
‘bout their way
but the archives they
came back, and the
women they steeled
track, and texas’
own writin’s came back
that same day.
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[In early days of Texas, Sam Houston as the first president of the new republic reportedly requested the then town of Austin to send him the archives documents about Texas but they refused, so he sent Texas Rangers to take them at gunpoint, which they did. However, the ladies of Austin were so upset, that they pursued the rangers, found them encamped, and got the archives back. How? Well.. that’s the untold story.]
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10.5.2015 [packing bag]
packing bag
socks shirts
underwear
heart
when will it
be needed.
when we
arrive
at the final
stop
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[10.4.2015 ]
the dog lunges
without warning
the leash tearing
at its holder.
they are always
animals.
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10.3.2015
I have a soul.
The deepest truth.
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10.1.2015
raw power
liquid recall
words flow
through a brain
fixed upon
its subject.
rodney king
come home.
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9.30.2015
I put the toy
to rest
emptying
its tank
resetting the
battery
tucking all
away
for another
season.
left to lie
fallow.
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9.29.2015
big brown gathers
me in
soft arms enfolding
my body
comforter easing
my soul.
a book and a
nap
a day made
complete.
what could be
better.
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9.28.2015
cool crisp crunch
underfoot
first leaves down
curled
turning in the black
night
house lights
beckon.
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