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you and me, me and youwe’re just trying to make throughthis is what we dowe’re just trying to make it through other folks around i do construeare with us on this journey tootogether we pursuejust trying to make it through she ran from where the terror grewand is on a hellish journey toonow she’s atContinue reading “just trying to make it through”

deer scamper byin the early morning lightmakes me wonderwhat they’ve been doing all nighti’ve been tossin’ and turnin’and now i’m on the roadwith a head full of answersbut the questions i don’t know sun’s still underthe horizon way out easti haven’t had my coffeebut my anxiety’s increasedthe map gives directionsit tells me how to goi’veContinue reading “a head full of answers”

it’s been a feral springwind and rain and everythingstraight-line winds blow throughtoppling trees, exposing rootsthe saturated groundwon’t bear the weightof anything profound in the darkening cloudsand the angry clamor of the crowdwhen i see the worried faceof my neighbor from a different placei don’t know what to sayto stop the stormfrom blowing through her wayContinue reading “feral spring”

the ever-changing seasonshave always been my teachersthe crack of balls off wooden batssoaring to the bleachersthe soundtrack of my lifeon records and the radiooh, you’ll never knowoh, you’ll never knowyou’ll never know the music in my soul fresh tomatoes, sweet, sweet cornthe essence of my pleasurethe cool and damp and smell of nightwhen stars goContinue reading “you’ll never know”

in septemberwhen the beanfields turn brilliant yellowdazzling the eyes under bright blue skiesand cooler air revives it’s all a ruse look. all around, soldiers of amber, burnt orange, and rusty redstation themselvesreadying for death’s annual march southward to the sea beware atlantasherman is on the movethe fields will soon be leveledand life turned fallowgone withContinue reading “when the beanfields turn yellow”

keep the line moving, they sayin baseball(i’d say, in life)a single here, a double therea walk, fielder’s choice, an errorjust put the ball in playmake even your outs productivemove your teammates from base to baseand when you find yourself on firsttry to make it to secondget into scoring positionthen get ready to round thirdeyes onContinue reading “poem at 67”

the cat, comfortable at arm’s length,has, however,no qualms aboutwalking on my face at night.

she follows humans dailythrough the wildslike a hunter detecting tracksscrutinizing scatdiscovering debrisand bent-down broken bits of bedding —life’s little leavings apart from the occasional greetingshe doesn’t see themdoesn’t speak their languagedoesn’t understand the lifeof dining, drinking, debauching —deep pocketsemptied on the floorfor her to sweep up she goes homeand feeds her kidswhen they go toContinue reading “housekeeping”

survive the wild night.stomach churning, tossingturningwildimagination burning throughscenarios so disconcertingsuicide plunges, dropping,homicide rages, choppingred flag warning, riptide crashing, sucking flailingweak, exhausted, chokingcoughingcovers kicking, pillowsmashingmanicbashing, desperate escapingrunning, flailingdown a darkwild country waysideall isfadingfadinginto deep unconscious blackness. in bright mornawaken andpeople passas though nothingat allhappened

i haven’t felt it for awhileof course, in your head youknow it’s always therebut you can’t live like thatwaiting for it, dreading itbut you never know how orwhen it will come sometimes it pounces like a stealthythief hiding in a doorway in the hallleaping from the shadowsyou’re body-slammedwriggling, spitting, cursinga jumbled ball of panicked adrenalinandContinue reading “the fear returns”