Long Mailboxes Poems

A dawning twilight's me. Oh, joy. Oh, what a joy. This day. Oh, what a day. A breath bestills my eyes and I, e'er slight, a deeper breath that reopened them and myself to a...

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I crossed into Vienna, VIA courthouse road still trying to figure want it was all about
Then I see where courthouse road ends  right at church street den
The road continue from court house road and...

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Great transitions became part of human experience
after we gave up on daily nomad lifestyle,
perhaps too bohemian
to have ever actually existed
out of nutritional nurturing choice

As contrasted with necessity
of drought,
floods,
pestilence,
famine,
chronic wars,
climatic absence of healthy peace.

Great transitions
are choices,
positive...

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whoever it was that created text messaging phones
needs to take all the money they made,
get really drunk, or really high
or a young girlfriend,
anything it takes
to make them old before their time
so they can die.


who thought...

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She is nervous say beads of sweat dripping from her brow down to the floor. 
She is scared says the worried expression on her glistening face. 
Although she has a million butterflies swarming in her...

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The madman chalked red X’s
on the sidewalks of the houses 
if he suspected 
or had evidence
that people there 
were unkind to each other, 
or their dogs.

When he was a young man,
he studied hobo signs 
chalked...

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Old School 

Remember the old boom box boogey down to the socks
 Reggie Jackson chewy bars & Tommy's pop rocks
 Parachutte pants with the hair high fade
 Wake up late in a purple haze saying...

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There was a time
when we waited eagerly
for the mailman -
when mail deliveries 
            had actual mail in them
 
There were real 
  ...

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Since childhood my vivid and alluring aspirations
painted my rainbows with different colors,
not the ones I was after and truly adored...
who has ever heard of a teenager being bored?



Anytime I saw a train leave the station...

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I retired gracefully, happily, knowing I could never be fully completely replaced even to this day.
I was slick, photographic, revered by so many, loved by a few, heavy, a bit conceited but in a good...

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Lost Art

There was a time
when we waited eagerly
for the mailman -
when mail deliveries 
had actual mail in them
 
There were real 
hand-written letters 
from parents,
cousins, children, friends,
maybe a lover,
perhaps birthday cards 
or get-well wishes
or postcards...

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Icicles hung from the roof 
like translucent fingers 
Clawing towards the ground 
While behind the eaves, 
She brushed her plain brown hair 
Tired gray eyes in the mirror, 
Discolored around the fringe 

And gravity pulled...

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Icicles hung from the roof 
like translucent fingers 
Clawing towards the ground 
While behind the eaves, 
She brushed her plain brown hair 
Tired gray eyes in the mirror, 
Discolored around the fringe 

And gravity pulled...

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The Christmas season starts earlier every year
Even before Thanksgiving, causing us to fear
That merchants spoil it, that it’s all about selling
That nothing can save it, nothing worth the telling

But soon we realize, we love this...

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The empty mailbox used to sit
Outside our houses by the road;
Now it’s on our PC’s
And can hold a larger load.

Instead of visiting it once each day,
Hopeful of mail there to find,
We check it now, every...

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Seems like old retired guys can always find somethin' to do,

Even if its sittin' on a couch watchin' TV and sippin' a brew.

Or they could be sittin' on a park bench feedin' the pigeons,

Or slurpin'...

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The sky will cover us tonight.
The town crackles beneath our feet
for your eyes' unsettling tilt
and your luminosity in yellows and reds.
Next to you, my bones shine pure white
through the veil of my skin.
Buildings flail in...

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A silver angel made of tin
Stands in a roadside window.
She sees a man asleep on a bench,
A bum.
A bum dreaming
The kind of dream
From which no man
Should be awakened
So he has to face
Another day in hell.

She's...

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Day by day, passing that sign
piqued my interest. Curiosity 
grew stronger . . . had to check it out.

I drove down Green House Road.
The gravel spread on asphalt dinged
a symphony underneath.

I drove slowly, looking ....

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I am my block. I am the neighbors. I am the stoops. I am the steps.
I am the concrete. I am the windows. I am the roofs. I am my block.
Her mantra kept going well...

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The Mystery Be

Mistral freedom o'er stakes waged before,
destined mortal souls their reposed earth,
spent sepulchers clips tales from postwar,
nonetheless, facts become one back door,
proves everywhere their tribute got worth,
bestill main doors naught their mailboxes,
the rumors naught...

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Let us reach out and make connection
With spontaneous everlasting affection
Wake up and say it
We care! We care! 
Then do it
Starting up! Starting up! 
A gentle flow with glow
In the right direction
Don’t just stop it
Let it...

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Thirty minutes til pickup - leaving home before crack of dawn
A slew of police cars and orange cones blocking the exit
Reading mailboxes with old eyes - not owl eyes
My friend and I exchanging gift bags...

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