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December 3, 2000

To my complacent Ms. Crane

I am at odds my love, your comely visage has my heart rend. I struggle somewhere betwixt carnality and a fervent want of your attention. Oh! Ms. Crane, I do so labor for your love. The muse runs foolhardy across every page, and on stage I act the jester just to

2,000 Years Ago

     2,000 years ago
       a Sage I know
     wrote this about ‘change:’

     Try out something new
        you’ll start a war
     with those who prefer things
 

2000 and One Two Three

Take me back to 2003 
the world in front of me 
at the age of just 18 
naive exploratory 

athletic grungy 
high or grumpy 
girlfriend hunting 
drink drug slumping 

fresh faced and firm 
breezy absent concern 
working out for the burn 
rewarding spliffs in return 

Hangover..... what's that? 
get smashed, get back, 
no course, no

2000-2002

Class of 2002,
this year is at it's end.
Juniors we will be next year,
while keeping our Sophomore friends.

Although I will be leaving soon,
I take a part of this school with me,
Knowing next year will be a newer place,
where you'll no longer be.

I take each memory shared by us,
the good, the bad, just them all.
Through each day

2000 Tools

2000 friends on your Facebook profile 
something is missing from your life 
a hole within empty for miles
something nice you’d really like

social approval keeps you cool
a mountain of people met once
stalkers and perverse fools
10 friends the rest punks

My hands count those who matter the most
your friend list keeps getting fatter you boast
Invite them all around

Let Christmas 2000, Be Jesus

Let Christmas 2000, Be Jesus
Written : by Tom Wright

Through eyes of faith,
once more, I revisit the manger scene,
recalling His virgin birth.
Reminiscing of His death and resurrection,
and miracles once performed
as He bode with man on earth.

Through eyes of faith,
I envision His crown and touch the thorns
that dug into His brow.
I listen to the hammer's thudding blows
as

In December 2000 We Said I Do

IN DECEMBER 2000 WE SAID I DO

In the haze , of a dimly lit dance floor.
Swayed a couple who were madly in love,
They had met at a wedding,
Knew the way they were heading,
But fate had in mind another way,
Certainly not a quick role in the hay!
They dated sometime in the seventies,
Lost touch in the eighties,
And

2000 Years of Jhs

Blinded Nation's people were shouting:
crucify him, "he said, he is the son of God".
His blood on us and our children.

Cross smeared with his blood,
condemned, through nails
joined with cluster of malefactors.

2000 years of infatuation,
without acknowledgement of guilt,
there is no pardon and no recompensation.

Some were converting individually,
Samaritans, Saracens, Zealots:
Chesterton, Pascal, Stein, Brandstaetter...

Others have been scoffing.
Punishment will rotate

Windhoek, 2000

Windhoek, 2000

Nabucodonosor! thou shouldst be living at this epoch:
Namibia hath desire of thee: she is a quagmire
Of quiet rainwaters: slab, blade, and cage,
Inglenook, the courageous fortune of manor and retreat,
Have sacrificed their primeval culture talent.

But those who came before us will teach us. 
They will teach us from the wisdom of former generations.
When we are

2000 Year Old Honey

Have you ever eaten something 2000 years old
Believe it, honey never goes bad we're told
In Egyptian tombs
Found jars and assumed
Were uneatable but discovered the yummy unfold

2000-2001 a Few Favorites

staples
hanging file folders gawk
as we skirt around
in friendly conversation
what’s apparent in you voice everyday
taunting me with the thought of someone else in your arms

Each Passing Day I see my Father More
ice melts
as this wandering dissention
gains the resemblance
of aging clumsily
every morning
hairs lost speckle my pillow,
bathroom sink, and counter
deftly comb my hair to the side with a

More From 2000-2001

Ode to Harris

So they showed you
the politics of poetics
showed you how to sculpt
quotations
as if discreetly yours

sure-e-e... 

they told you of your godhood
at Harvard
but they crucified you at Rowan Tree
fourteen light stained pages
4.95


6-15-00

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Watching years go by
like the wax flow of candles
making mountains on 
unblemished parchment
can’t help but wonder
what the light was ever used for


11/12/00

Facing South

Dusting off

5 From 2000-2001

Fronts

Has coldness 
jarred this rain to life?
or warming earth 
given it motion?
do leaves have a season to fall
or does the earth just need
a blanket in the winter?
Leaves are sprouts again
Spring
having no real reason to ponder
warming earth
just to go outside,
playfully hold intellectual conversations
with freshly sprouted tulips
should ease away the solitude of winter


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In the cloudless sky 
of

Ekphrasis 2000

Its 2017 and my odyssey is far from begun. 
Nearly ending every yearlings dwindling 
Found above ground without Mona Lisa's lungs.
Without air is mortality. 
Anything else is air mortality. 
Painted on a picture is a mural on a bar stool room wall. Blank faces stare beneath the counter.
As I drink myself under the taker. 
Only

Tattered Sbaquie 2000

…undeniably tattered and shredded
my itinerary compromised by being
considered as prey and being
expected as a masochistic self-flagellator
losing revenue to the big gun’s atrocious tillage of the mind’s phosphorescence
I bagged the boy’s brigade for being bridges
and then being able to be
nearly my own cerebracy and again
appreciating my own celibacy …
in a rational loss of solicitude for
those obliquely

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