Fool Me

fool me once

shame on you

fool me twice

not a chance

unless I am a fool

the truth is

no matter how many

times you fool me

I will always

be the fool

and you will

always be the liar

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Drowning World

cars sitting seven deep

at the drive-thru

all out dodging raindrops

five are backed up

at the light on green

blinded by fogged windshields

parking lots teem with

soaked shoppers

and flash-flood rivers

shopping cart are left

to wander and roll free

crashing into wet sheet metal

the world is drowning

and everyone is trying

to stay ahead of the wave

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But What Does It Mean

face it

you’re reading with difficulty

attempting, line by line,

to interpret

read between the lines

get a grip on some

hidden meaning

constantly asking yourself

“but what does it mean?”

and what if I answered you with

“nothing”

.

it came from a dark time

a dingy corner of my mind

the darkest recesses of me

I was allowing a

temporary possession

for which no priest is the cure

I morphed into someone

something in no way

resembling me

and that’s when I wrote

meaning isn’t always necessary

might I hide something here

left out in plain sight

surely, I would

but you must believe me

meanings are not often hidden

by this struggling writer

I write

you read

.

The End

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Jagged Days

they pierce our lives

uninvited, suddenly

everything uneven

up

down

sideways

wrecked

the kilter is off

no balance

beginnings all wrong

middles confusing

endings to forget

the jagged days come

their edges are not

to be smoothed

they are not to be

wished away

they are to be survived

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Snowflake

you are the snowflake

among all snowflakes

there is none like you

you are truly unique

singularly special

all should marvel

at the wonder of you

bow at the monuments

you have erected

to your individuality

all other snowflakes

should censor every word

carefully tread with

each and every step

all for fear of offending

your unequaled sensibilities

their speech isn’t free

it must be regulated,

restrained, reprimanded,

restricted, met with reprisal

for you are the snowflake

and you must be protected

from those who would dare

to live as though you are

not their chief concern

for all they do may

be a means with which

to bring shame to you

for you are the snowflake

and you mustn’t be disturbed

even from afar

as the issue being discussed

must certainly be about you

for you are the snowflake

and we must all be mindful

of the circular logic

in which we mean harm

to someone we don’t know

and someone we never mentioned

for you are the snowflake

all other snowflakes be damned

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Creation

creation

it’s always about creation –

to conjure something out of

nothing

.

but it’s never really been about

creation

ever

.

instead, it’s about giving up

or about sacrificing

just admitting that there’s

nothing wrong with letting

go of a small piece of

yourself

.

there is no creation

there is nothing new

only pieces scattered and

lost

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Another Body

another body

in another bag

when will mankind learn

when will we begin

to be good to each other

we are animals

but at some point

will we find a way

to stop acting like it

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Not There

they’re not there

looking down on you

watching you

guiding you

lifting you

exhorting you

following you

.

they’re not there

you are alone

you have come this far

under your own power

driven by your own will

there has been no help

a hand, voice guiding you

.

the voices you heard

were entirely your own

the help you received

was self-urging

you have come this far

under your own power

you’ve done this alone

.

you can do much more

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On the Wind

grass pulled blade by blade

gathered into small bundle

and given over to the good

cheer of the passing breeze

thrown, carried on the wind

scattered without regard

such is also this instant,

this day, this thought, this

life – all coming only to

be placed on the shoulders

of a passing wind and

taken from us forever

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My Dog Doesn’t Wipe Her Feet

There are things of which I am sure in this life:

One of us always gets there before the other.

Success is illusive and just a state of mind.

Crucial items will continue to hide from me.

Life takes meaning not from self love but from loving.

The internet only drops during a download.

Love isn’t about your heart it’s about needing.

Beating the remote adds life to the batteries.

Death’s not worth preparing for; life, however, is.

And despite training, my dog doesn’t wipe her feet.

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