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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?

    Tuesday, September 30, 2008

    a lack of sleeplessness

    I slept surprisingly well last night,
    only to find myself on the wrong train.
    What — if anything — am I thinking?
    You’re almost smiling,
    but not nearly at me.

     

    Monday, September 29, 2008

    I work for a small company that is owned by a
    very large company that just so happened to
    cease existing as of today. My response? haiku:

    the Dow plunges —
    the bitterness
    of a 4-dollar latte

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    Sunday, September 28, 2008

    accelerate!
    a fat gray squirrel
    crosses the street

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    Friday, September 26, 2008

    honest...

    honest
    as the day is long
    she said
    you’re safe.
    you’re safe with me.

    as sure
    as the leaves
    will never fall
    I sit alone
    watching
    the shadows
    lengthen.

     

    Thursday, September 25, 2008

    starless
    I finally
    feel Fall

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    Wednesday, September 24, 2008

    church bells

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    Tuesday, September 23, 2008

    waiting for the train
    a clamor
    of Blackberries

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    Monday, September 22, 2008

    a skunky beer —
    my favorite dive bar
    without the cobwebs

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    Thursday, September 18, 2008

    September chill —
    a psychic reads
    the Wall Street Journal

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    Wednesday, September 17, 2008

    I often write of trains...

    ...or at least while waiting for them. here is an article I wrote for gotpoetry.com on that exact subject.

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    pot hole on Wall Street —
    the bottom
    nowhere in sight

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    Tuesday, September 16, 2008

    for Richard Wright

    an empty wine glass —
    the Great Gig
    in the Sky

     

    Monday, September 15, 2008

    Wall Street headline —
    full moon
    in a starless sky

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    Friday, September 12, 2008

    friday morning

    friday morning
    the train running late
    I’ve run out of things to write.
    I’m shivering so violently
    my bones shake
    my fellow commuters
    reveling in lingerie ads.
    the sign reads “No Smoking”
    while I weigh the pros and cons
    of setting myself on fire.

     

    Wednesday, September 10, 2008

    starry eyes —
    I pretend to know
    the constellations

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    Tuesday, September 09, 2008

    maybe
    after the clouds break —
    a haiku


    This haiku began its life as a rambling fragment on twitter:

    maybe after the clouds break — the words that fail me

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    Friday, September 05, 2008

    ten years later
    there is still
    a blue horizon

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