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Cubicles

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    ~ Lisa and I,     we do have our favs, and one of them sits near,     beside us.   Our row of small cubes     sits off from the rest, in a big room     by being the farthest.   It’s the clique we are in,     a specialty group, and we […] Continue reading →

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The Second September of Twenty-Thirteen

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  Accentual syllable     falls in between.   Surprised us all,     the serotinious scheme.   No longer is everything     anymore any keen.   Someone had surely     searched for its mean?   But all went undone     and nothing was clean.   The second September     of Twenty-Thirteen.   Never before     was […] Continue reading →

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Caffeine

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  ~ I bleed it and need it, I can’t be without it, I crave it each minute, Caffeine.   It’s all that’s left legal of anything lethal, and yet it’s still fatal, Caffeine.   The gun will destroy you, a knife will cut into, and life will connive to be mean.   But now […] Continue reading →

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Fast Food

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~ The old Mountain Boomer is a general roomer of the Southwest lands way out West.   He’s fast on his legs, and he never will beg. He takes what he wants cause he can.   Only Road Runner can out-match this “Gunner,” for he moves much too fast than the rest.   A Rattlesnake […] Continue reading →

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Ad Hominem

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~ “Please come inside. The Window is broke.”   Said a sign, But the Window Never spoke.   “So.  What’s up there, With your silent friend?” I asked of the frame.   “Please come inside. The Window is broke.”   Hmm…      as said: “It’s Déjà vu once again.”   ~ The people inside All stand […] Continue reading →

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Waco

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  ~ I am going Nuckin Futs, said a sign on the back of a truck.   So I followed it until it turned and the traffic on each side had passed us.   I went straight, and have been since; The truck, it went to Texas.   Somewhere north, someplace east, in Spanish for […] Continue reading →

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but for nonce sense

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  “the greatest war that ever was,” is an oxymoron.   the finest act that no one has done remains untold by someone.   and numbers don’t end, nor will they begin, not even with the number one.   that nothing is something is one thing to count on – an obvious oxymoron.   an […] Continue reading →

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Nursery Rhymes

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~ Little Jack Horner,     still lives in some corner of the mind,     if memory’s right.   ‘Twas something he’d done to a plumb with his thumb I’d read as a kid in some rhyme.   I favored, rather,  those of the others – The poems      with purloined overtones.   […] Continue reading →

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Something Stupid

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~ Ninety years young!   She seemed pretty strong As the day She turned Twenty-one.   Oh, I should’ve known she wouldn’t have gone for hi-jinx and hyper bellow.   But, I’m a son-of-a-gun, If she wasn’t as strong, As the one day She was still Twenty-one.   But now my heart breaks, Cause I […] Continue reading →

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Sonnet ~ Exorcising Catachreses

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~ In broad pen, my penchant: To fragment the sentence!     Grammar was always my weakspot.   And oft times I paid:  For weakness a penance.     Those teachers, they gave it their best shot.   But an expert in English?  Oh No!   I am not. One would have thought, with all […] Continue reading →

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An Irony of Bees

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~ She gives of her life     For the sake of the hive: Her goal gives meaning to life. ~ The hive and the queen,     Both must survive! This be the reason she’s alive. ~ No thought of the Self.     No saving of Soul. No purpose to reason the Goal. […] Continue reading →

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First Day

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~ of Zero Week, before we got Basic Training, they woke us early – much too much early, for teenaged boys unused to the AM, at five o’clock in the morning.   That was the time – Intolerable Time! – teenaged boys were conditioned to ending their day in a slow recline; but now, topsy […] Continue reading →

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Zero Week

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  i   Zero Week of Basic Training, a week that doesn’t exist. An extra week tacked on afore; I asked once,  was told,  “don’t exist.”   One extra week to justify staples, hardware, software, and “stuff.”   And the boys of the club, they’re barely adults – Poseurs that still dream as children.   […] Continue reading →

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Expectations

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~ I went to a poetry reading but I didn’t know anyone there.   And the quorum was small, maybe twenty in all – I’d expected a larger affair!   When half-way through presentations self-importance, all itself, just left.   It left me bereft, except expectations, which in due time itself grew upset.   It […] Continue reading →

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