Long Highlighter Poems

An oversized vintage T-shirt is 
My weekend attire or 
More like my mainichi attire
My face bare
Exposing an unnamed galaxy of freckles
The bottle of
Cheap combini
Apple sparkling wine
Feelin like a millionaire
A neon highlighter between my lips
A novel...

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It’s a beautiful day, like a hole in perpetual winter. We rode bikes around campus - everyone was out. When it’s cold I just go place to place but today reminded me that outdoors can...

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They often ask me why I don’t wear festive clothes, why I don’t paint my face,
Don’t you also like to shine in the light of a clear morning?
Oh, if only I could tell them that...

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Constantly criticized
The world is misinformed...
Let me tell you all about
what must be known.

A young boy, I was fearful
Confused by what I was,
by communication
Yet gifted with a talent
To observe
To see
To interpret...
Though I never thought much of...

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Into what wisp of cloud or clod did my poem flee?
Into what minuscular pinch of diaphanous, free-floating empyreal, stratospheric air did my figurative furled parchment disappear?
Where are those poignant yet comic, yet weird and allusive...

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There is a quick-witted woman I know with three names; her silhouette is a mystery; she's had multiple fragile frames.

Many have tried and failed to tame her rather long mane, but honestly, they were lame...

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Destination of dreams

Maps are folded and re-folded into pocket sized
destinations of our own heart’s desires

Routes become numbers and numbers become moments
as the planning cycle, with yellow highlighter in hand,
presents a “look forward to” scenario 

Well...

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So concerned with the skill
But anyone's skilled with language
Everyone knows the power of will
Though words rarely show knowledge

So i say screw the pettiness of being clever
I say screw those who value wit over truth
Why do...

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words lifted out of their mundane fonts 
translucently reborn by the holy obelisk
 held between the fingers.

academic  talisman... 

 baptiser of all memo's and textbooks. 
speaking in accents niether above
 nor below the blue...

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Words…soft and gentle words
 Pour on like a humming voice
 With a forgotten melancholic tune
 Like a softer lullaby on a wild dune.
 
 They float on in my realm of imagination.
 Make me shiver...

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My ’65 Rambler

in 1979
i learned to drive in a
1965 turquoise rambler

three on the tree
cracked, dusty leather
smelling like an old fisherman’s boot

the sun spotlighted that car
bouncing off of the irreverent turquoiseness
wherever I went
like a giant florescent...

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I'm going to fail class, 
still I try to answer my classmates trying to resolve the mess.
To give them a sort of bless: 
,,Sorry I didn't answer", while my fingertips left ChatGPT with a press.
The...

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