Alphabet City

I see clearly
in the glass before me,
birds in flight behind me
and autumn leaves 
criss-crossing

windy rat-a-tat flutter
of windows shades' slats
in silhouette

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She spoke
in well-constructed phrases,
semicolons, commas, all
silken nakedness
under her camisole,
her parted mouth
a perfected ellipsis,
the race to her heart - 
a dash.

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original pub. 8/18/2013

I shall deface this virgin field of 
beautifully textured cold-pressed paper with 
primal scribble atop primary colors

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Whenever you have an Epiphany about yourself, consider it a perfect time to clean out your clothes closet

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There in the distant autumn,
the sound of bluejays on the wind
atop a heartbeat, a pulse - 
ceasing to perish, a refusal
to ever say goodbye,
caws fade with flight, despite 
all aspiration to the contrary 

an echelon 
a vee…vanishes 
all for one and all but for one 
becomes the single point
upon which we all converge 

in time in sky we find
those similarly winged 

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My art
for my eyes
is not commodity

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I’m tired of searching 
for all things 
hidden in plain sight,
I’m just trying 
to find my way home

They say with a pocket 
of keys all things 
turn out all right

better than being 
in the cold alone

I heat my hands 
on a cauldron of lost years,
lies of dreams, visions 
of tears

don’t let sunbeams 
detour around you,
intercept and receive
their flow

my solar plexus was warm 
next to your warm solar plexus, 
around your way, around your nexus
of the woods

Where the heavens 
about you would
constellate

pulse madly in rhythm 
realized over eons 
(if one could tap their foot,
thrust their hips,
keep time for so long)

under the vast night sky 
with the right pitch of darkness,
I can see you there!

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Morning sun,
I yearn for 
a guitar, a
rake, a paintbrush 

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We can't...
and we shan't!

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The lines of the tree,
never more fluid or
more succinct 

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