The vagueness of life is crafty, it has so many tools to whittle Vermont maples into thin frail brooms of compost which scrub away our chalky fields of fears; burdens harvested over 14,235 days you don't always listen to me because I'm a rambling old jointless 2+2=4 logician a pragmatic alarm clock with a broken … Continue reading Flipping the board
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Remorse
Today I type. The act of deceitful stories has forced my lead pencil down. Omitted tales during key scenes; some of day and others of night returned drippingwords at duskto etch adverbs into a screen. It caused longmonologs that stirred doubts, then deletes. Things have continued as before but it isn't the same. AG
Conference Call
We will proceed, only after an internal council has convened, debated and suggested a resolution. Once my senatus have pulled out their steel chairs and taken their grooved plush seats, making this meeting official. The usual suspects are there, forming a murmuring round table of misfits, fools and opinionated intellectuals. Conviction will strike twice … Continue reading Conference Call
Sprinkle Some Cinnamon
Set kisses to high Flip once for an even brown Light, sweet and yummy AG
Half Way There
The damn clock is buzzing Pigeons pecking sidewalks Gray against black People are bustling on the subway Standing packed on a Tuesday The homeless stirring A baby screaming pacifieeeerrr Hands against poles, over bags Their eyes are hazed with dreams Work... Tomorrow will be Wednesday The ride home will be similar Hands against poles, over … Continue reading Half Way There
Lavender Aveeno
Five miles away from the screaming sirens and Puffing yellow aluminum horns of Manhattan We shared a tapering white marshmallow cloud A frail hued lamp guarded our sealed doorway Cloaking the cheerful banter of our clothing As they gently kayaked down the East River Laughter gleefully shoveled itself into scooped pillows Giving way to hushed … Continue reading Lavender Aveeno
The Puppet
Nine oak fingers Chipped yellow clogs Fire red suspenders Shaven blue trunks Rusty squeaky knees Nickel strings missing Julio’s curled away Inside Oscar’s bench It lies underneath A deflated football Bent plastic bat And torn quilts
Drive
Driving down a seemingly clear road Going ninety five with stripes torpedoing under Clouds blurring like green and brown gasses Tree's, faces in a large cheering crowd Cold air was colliding with the windshields Causing deep thunderous crackling rumbles Tires were weightless on the silver Accord I couldn't feel the feathered grey pavement beneath As … Continue reading Drive
Metro Card
In my pocket and warming, sleeps a yellow ticket that's always good for a ride. When the train is coming, an index finger digs into my blue slacks. I lure out the plastic ticket, a cat drawn by a popped can. Until then it lays flat in a brown leather wallet like a Seal cd … Continue reading Metro Card
Epic Falls Short
My words will never be chiseled into stone buildings Or quoted by third graders while a flag waives at them Their scaffolding is frail and the craft would fail inspection They are just digestible snacks on a long bus ride.
The Eclogues 
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