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Chill

2/28/2015

Chill

Dawn.
Waking
To
The
Hush
Of
Snow,
Deep
On
The
Lawn,
Rendering
Shapes
Imponderably
Humped,
The
Trees
Slumped
Under
The
Freight
Of
Frosty
Weight.
I am
Marooned
On
An
Island
Of
White,
Far
From
Where
Others
Are,
Solitary
And
Distant
As
A
Frozen
Star.

Manuscript

2/26/2015

Manuscript

Writing
On
The
Clouds,
Hoping
To
Make
A
Mark,
And
Every
Day,
Overtaken
By
The
Dark.
‘Futility,’
I cry,
As
A
Thousand
Clouds
Pass
Me
By.
My
Task
Is
Large,
My
Skill
Is
Not,
I use
What
I’ve
Got
To
Chase
Away
My
Clouds
Of
Grey.
I chart
The
Puffs
Of
White
Until
Night,
For
When
The
Sky
Is
Sunny
Blue,
I have
Nothing
To
Do.

Iced

2/24/2015

Iced

The
Sostenuto
Of
Winter
Goes
On,
Sustained
And
Uncontained.
Piano,
Piano,
I say,
Go
Away.

Incognito

2/22/2015

Incognito

Folks
At
The
Market
Don’t
Know
I’m
A
World
Famous
Hero.
They’re
Not
Aware
Of
My
Renowned
Art
At
Walmart.
On
Facebook,
I’m
Just
Another
Face,
Not
The
Winner
Of
Life’s
Race.
In
My
Books,
I catch
The
Crooks,
Marry
The
Prince,
Suffer
Battle
Wounds
And
Never
Wince.
In
Story,
I possess
Every
Glory,
But
I’ll
Pass
You
By,
And
Never
Catch
Your
Eye.
It
Will
Be
Me,
But
Likely,
You
Won’t
See.
Goodbye,
I’m
Off
To
Capture
A
Wicked
Spy.

Nasal Blues

2/20/2015

Nasal Blues

Warm
Days
And
A
Gentle
Breeze
Have
Brought
That
Gift
Of
Spring,
The
Sneeze.
At
Night,
Our
Trees
Grind
Out
Pollen,
And
By
Morning,
I have
Fallen,
Attacked
Through
The
Nose
By
Everything
That
Grows.
Anti
Hista
Mine
Makes
Me
Feel
Slightly
Green,
But
I can’t
Make
That
An
Issue.
Pass
Me
A
Tissue!
*Ah
Choo!*

Contrast

2/18/2015

Contrast

Sometimes,
A
Painting
Has
To
Age,
Be
Put
Aside
At
A
Half
Finished
Stage,
Until
It
Can
Be
Brought
Around,
And
A
Way
Ahead
Found.

Writing
Is
A
Single
Strand,
Drawn
Out
Hand
Over
Hand.
Once
Work
Is
Begun,
It
Remains
All
One,
Until
Its
Done.

True
Or
Not,
Its
What
I’ve
Got,
And
How
I spend
My
Days,
Finding
My
Way
Through
The
Maze.

Overdosed

2/16/2015

February 14

2/14/2015

February 14

That
Year,
In
A
Far
Flung
Place,
I was
Given
Roses,
The
Flower
Of
Grace.
All
Around
Us
Was
New
Fallen
Snow,
But
We
Moved
In
A
Valentine
Glow,
Gliding
Across
Crystal
Ice
In
A
Northern
Paradise.
Roses
Fade
Away,
And
Often,
Lovers
Will
Not
Stay,
But
To
Remind
Us,
This
Heart
Shaped
Day
Finds
Us.

Debate

2/11/2015

Debate

I consider
What
Should
Be
Done
When
Death
Has
Won,
Taken
Me
Into
His
Arms,
And
Wiped
Away
My
Earthly
Charms.
A
Pavanne
Of
Chemicals
And
Stains,
To
Preserve
My
Piteous
Remains?
Or
Should
My
Second
End
Be
In
The
Flames,
With
No
Funereal
Games,
Toasted
Into
Sparks
And
Smoke,
To
Become
A
Cosmic
Joke?
Or
Slowly
Decay
In
Clothes
That
Were
Snappy
In
My
Day?
Or
Choose
The
Fire,
And
Simply
Blow
Away?
Ah
Me,
I may
Arrange
A
Burial
At
Sea.
Then
Fish
Would
Nibble
What
Was
Left,
And
Such
A
Thought
Leaves
Me
Bereft.
All
That
Said,
Between
Me
And
You,
When
I’m
Dead,
I won’t
Care
What
They
Do.

Duty

2/9/2015

Duty

I rise
At
Dawn,
To
Rake
The
Lawn,
Before
It
Rains,
Or
Snows,
Or
The
Wind
Blows,
Or
The
Sun
Is
Too
Hot,
And
Steals
What
Energy
I’ve
Got.
Alas,
I’ve
No
Excuse,
I’m
Guilty
Of
Lawn
Abuse.
If
I continue
To
Pass
It
By,
The
Lawn
Will
Die.
In
This
Land
Of
Rock
And
Sand,
I’m
Lucky
To
Have
Grass
At
All.
So,
By
Tomorrows
Dawn,
The
Pesky
Leaves
Will
Be
Gone.