Short Lessoning Poems

The lost Wonderland

Made me break down all at once,

But I learnt what’s real....

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I watch the second hand on the clock.
Every tick and every tock is my life lessoning.
Amazed at how you can truly watch yourself die.
by every tick and every tock.
tick,tock,tick,tock,tick,tock....

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Of what you know to be beautiful
never becomes a real thought,

of how you seek it out-
the lessoning of everything combined,

sanctimony as tree's can do when they listen to one another,

serious mistaken identities are just like the reason you came here was to die completely....

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Misty days and nights call my bluff.
Yesteryear was blinded rough.
We take chances ever so deep.
I myself listed in such sleep.
No winter, whether season or age.
Travels without periods of rage,
Every day of my life seems blue.
Relative back to birth is my clue.
Breaks in periods, life endures.
Lessoning burdens, my soul cures.
Underestimating coldness, a mistake,
Each new day, uneasy, though must make....

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I used to imagine that the body
was a sort of fleshy gospel, bound together
by mind and ligaments.
Years of smutch, and oily reduction,
daily, a thin scum to be skimmed -
a process of dross elimination,
but each year there is a teaspoonful of loss
that cannot be explained, made up or accounted for,
more a lessoning and not an alchemy.
If this kind of culinary reduction
keeps losing the fat of me
I will be as nothing,
and maybe that’s the point....

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Jimmi cannabis sweeps,

toward deepening feet,

doesn't call a river to wash me out of the Sea,

I’m deepening the beat...

Jimmi Cannibis leaks-
lie’s of the beast,

jumps out a door when you can’t feel my heat,

wait in the warrior horde if you’d love to hear me speak,

and adore the geeks,

streaking like tweets-

lessoning like the little,

blessings by an unholy fiddle,

crosses to manage the middle,

oh yes,
danger could be yours too ya widow......

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