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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?

    Thursday, December 31, 2009

    blue moon —
    I wonder where my children
    are tonight?

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    last day of the year —
    a box of munchkins
    in an empty conference room

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    Thursday, December 24, 2009

    Christmas Eve —
    the empty nursing home
    parking lot

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    Wednesday, December 23, 2009

    bitter cold —
    even the Christmas lights
    seem to shiver

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    Monday, December 21, 2009

    dream sequence - Part 10

    the morning you drowned
    you went out of your way
    to show me your new tattoo
    watching closely for my response.
    I swallowed, sighed,
    and managed a vaguely sarcastic “nice.”

     

    Sunday, December 20, 2009

    longest night —
    the echo
    of my sigh

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    Tuesday, December 08, 2009

    dream sequence - part 9

    It was her all right.
    Not that she was trying to hide —
    or to be conspicuous —
    but there could be no mistake.
    She tried, with questionable success,
    to melt into the crowd,
    but the music drew her out.
    the tender joyful melancholy
    called out to her,
    and she closed her eyes,
    flying back into his arms
    until the last chord
    of every sad, sad song
    and the promise
    of that one last night
    that never was.

     

    Wednesday, December 02, 2009

    December rain

    December rain —
    a phone call
    from my son

    December rain —
    a pile of
    torn lottery tickets

    December rain —
    the dog sniffs
    a plastic bag

    December rain —
    a deer tail
    and then nothing

    December rain —
    enough junk mail
    to start a fire

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