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Horde Mind

Rider comin' up behind me

Ragged ear pony shows message is important

As he draws alongside
I
indicate food in my saddlebag
hand across the reins
and

jump

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Gone But Not Forgotten

Gargling with bits of
barbed wire
as I think of you

Dipping my toothbrush in
muriatic acid
before each use
I remember when
you taught me
to smile


And as I toss a handful
of thumb tacks
into my boots
before pulling them on
I recall the night
we danced


Peeling the safety cardboard
from the edges of
razor blades
I drop them into my pockets

They nestle there among the coins

They hold each other
as we once did

And now, when I reach for change,
I once again feel your touch


Yes, after all this time,
I am still crazy
for you

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The Last Blackout

I was in a bar

I was struck in the head
3 times
The knee
3 times

Didn't step back
Didn't go down
Striking stopped

I walked out

Don't know who hit me
Just know he was 
lucky

Lucky he didn't
take on
a tough guy

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For Kbr

I saw my muse today
She rode by on someone else's rhyme

And I continue to squat at the roadside

Crashin' words together
Slammin' words together
Rubbin words ...

Trying to get a spark

Something to ignite the tinder
of inspiration

And I shiver with nothing
to pen


I saw my muse with
someone else

Good Luck, pal

If her high maintenance don't
part you two

Her fickleness 
surely
will

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Untitled

Cut it- clean

Swath on down under the muscle

Slide along the bone

Withdraw

Now enter lightly, gently, deeply

Hilt rested upon the surface

Step back
(don't lose your grip)


Bow to your partner

Turn 
and
salute any onlookers

Sheath the pen and walk away

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Hard Times

He lived in a tough part of town,
tough and poor.

But the day they stole his limp,
a childhood injury keepsake,
that was the day he knew he was leaving.

He'd hidden his sense of humor well,
but what if they found out he had one of those?

Couldn't risk losing that!


Best just to go.

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I'M Scrapin'

I'm scrapin' the marrow

I'm scrapin' the marrow from the
splintered bones of my last hero

Sustenance

Flecks of sustenance as I cower

Cower under this shelf
This outcropping of old white guy

Trepidatiously I peer out at a 
Skynet world

Shadow governments
Shady leaders
Populations being winnowed
Pared back by progress


There was a time (and I remember this time) when it was said "Man will never walk on the Moon"

And now when it is said "Worldwide famine is impossible"
I ain't so sure


Weavin'

Weavin' the sinew of my last hero

Weavin' a cord

A sling cord

Need a pouch

Here's one

Need stones

Here's two


A guy once told me "You have to give a bit of yourself to the effort"

I understand that now as I sip from the skull top cup
of
my last hero

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Sometimes

Sometimes, when sweeping under the bed or
behind the dresser, 
you will come across an old poem

One that has been forgotten about

Or, going through the clothes closet,
trying on jackets not worn since last winter,
a folded paper in a pocket
reveals a collection of lines

A few half shaped rhymes

And a message you once knew
had to be known

And what is to be done with such unmissed missives?

These pieces of poesy past
on a warm April afternoon

Heck if I know

It's time for a late lunch and I really can't think
when
hungry

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Truculence

Diminishing recollections
of
my past

The tide slides up
onto the beach

Barefoot impressions
of experience
crumble in the brine

Receding water
leaves a
clear sand slate

Now here comes the
next fool
to dig in his toes

To make his stand
against the waves
of time

Impotent impudence
Man is thy form

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I Cut My Toe Nails

I carve out my dried husked hope

And in the cave I hide the desperation
of living

Carefully, I cover the opening with the foliage
of normalcy

The Job
The Wife
Pay the rent
Stop at the red lights

And I wait for time to pass

To pass me by
as I cut my toe nails