ORPHAN

come to me orphan of my mind


the faded childhood bleeds through

the apparent dotage


and the golden sunlight through the shades

mists like a shade of some determinative happening

now preserved as memory


a hurt from mother

an apprehension of some math test at school

or just a blank instant when there was nothing

but the instant with no other appendages


come to me now

whoever I was then


an orphan of my own mind

who now years later is different

and yet the same


old soul of youthful slights

niggling at any delusions of finality


come to me now


and lo...here I am...





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THE BAD GUYS WON...FOR NOW

the bad guys won...for now...


it may take a few hundred years

for the pendulum to swing backward

("what's a pendulum?" many may ask...)


and worse...what conditions that we set

by our actions will receive us in future earth lives?

meeting ourselves by suffering


that we caused others to suffer this time?





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THE NEW AGE OF FAUX TOGETHERNESS

what hell will my last days in this life

be subjected to?


and who complain to

when all of my time are dying off


and the cogs of this infernal machine

are offended that I won't turn and mesh


the way they do? is there anyone out there

who remembers what it is to be human?




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IT'S BUSINESS CHARLIE JUST BUSINESS

once again I have a sense of being followed


tracked to my lair by someone's malevolent software


Christ Almighty

you can't even take a shit

without Interpol knowing about it...


and I refuse to think about

all the spam that will load my email

with offers of laxatives and acquiescence...





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BELIEVING

believing in

the pre-existence of the soul

makes earthly living tough...


you're aware of more than

you can handle

and stymied by any attempts at action


for fear of what worse you can manage...

like a Hitchcock movie

where the camera pans over a scene


showing a calm surface of some gathering...

all the action a part of some mosaic of 'normalcy'

until the camera draws close to heavy drapes


and spots the tips of a pair of shoes

jutting out slightly from under the drapes...




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IN MY HEAD

I'm almost where I need to be

in my head...


but my head lives in a comfortable abstraction

while the rest of me


slogs through the world

like an ambulatory corpse


awaiting release into all I have to contend with

but more profoundly...




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LOVE-LORN

old man

looking for his

hot young soulmate...


a dream...


like criminals in prison

sending out personals

for companionship or complicity...


the word 'incarcerated' appearing with

unfortunate frequency...




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