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poet, technologist, cynic, father of five, child of chaos, punker, prankster, patriot, punster, leftist, latino, japanophile, audiophile, beer drinker, quiche eater, dog walker, soft talker, deep thinker, shallow sleeper, introvert, covert operative in a parallel universe.

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    extra special bitter
    hops are bitter. life is bitter. coincidence?

    Monday, February 28, 2005

    winter storm warning

    winter storm warning —
    a phone call
    from my ex-wife

     

    cobwebs

    I’m putting the cobwebs back in place. I’m dimming the lights and breaking all of the windows. I’m rehearsing my fear and dread of the boogeyman, even though he and I have promised to remain the best of friends.

     

    Thursday, February 24, 2005

    fresh snow

    fresh snow —
    I’ve never been so tired
    of fresh snow

     

    Wednesday, February 23, 2005

    I could rule the world

    ...if I could only find the parts. Instead, I fire rubber bands at chandeliers and otherwise waste office supplies, dreaming of just retribution and an air-tight alibi.

    But is revenge always justice? Or is it just a primal cry of skin for skin? I could rearrange your scales to alleviate the boredom, but I digress...

    Treasure the aching moments: they might be the only ones you will ever truly feel.

    That, and a steady diet of tear gas and rubber bullets. War without end. Amen.

     

    Tuesday, February 22, 2005

    startled from sleep

    startled from sleep —
    a phone call
    I forgot to make

     

    Monday, February 21, 2005

    casablanca revisited

    Rick knew this blind date
    would be no better than the others —
    two noisy mosquitoes
    trying to drive away the heat
    with their wings.
    these were not the wings
    that took her away from him
    but he couldn’t shake the image:
    she is on that plane
    and is leaving me forever.
    an attractive woman waited for him
    at the Blue Parrot.
    “You must be Rick”, she said.
    “I must be”, he replied,
    “but I really can’t stay —
    please accept my apologies”.
    she protested mildly.
    he paid for her drink.
    she grabbed her purse
    and disappeared into the dust.
    he bought a bottle of bourbon
    and flew back to Paris.

     

    Sunday, February 20, 2005

    mid-winter thaw

    mid-winter thaw —
    my foot finds
    the last patch of ice

     

    Tuesday, February 15, 2005

    winter fog

    winter fog —
    now I know
    how those skyscrapers feel

     

    Monday, February 14, 2005

    Valentine's Day

    Valentine’s Day —
    awakened by a kiss
    from the dog

     

    Friday, February 11, 2005

    wax on wax off

    wax philosophical,
    because the apple is polished for appearance's sake.
    because teacher will call on me when I raise my hand.
    because I'm going to be somebody someday and you're not going to stop me.
    because I'm chanelling my disappointment into a morally acceptable package.
    because I can.

     

    Wednesday, February 09, 2005

    abstract

    I am trying very hard not to allow myself to slide into despair. Waves of regret conspire to overwhelm me, even when I readily confess that nothing I fear has happened. Yet. A sense of foreboding gnaws at me, a profound and tangible loss of something that isn't even mine.

    If I believed in a higher power I just might see this as part of a Grand Design. Instead, I see it as a con game. We lost.

     

    Wednesday, February 02, 2005

    Groundhog Day

    Groundhog Day
    I have
    no shadow

     

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