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In the surburbanned cavorting of my dirty knee youth...
the smells anchored me in
orange slices
clean cut grass
...
It’s late, too late to be raining
The dog does not walk the old man.
The teenage buzz drowned in yesterday’s paper.
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Take your house...
the sunken in foundation, the creaks and the aches, the syruppy moat of moalasses where the do gooders and their platitudinal well wishes slowly drown.
it's your world, your house, where the familar leaky faucet drips 'stay inside, stay put', the incessant drafty gloom-bedridden in moss, the forever spiraled stairs of certain death.
...
Not the endless lists of daggers
Not the saturation of gloom
Not the sands of bitter time down an unquenched gullet
Not the replays of replays of you walking away from me so so gracefully
...
You were a thin, yellowed man;
Raped history, scorched earth
In your own time.
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Oh How I once Loved!
a boy's hearted ocean
where dancing in parking lots,
and leaving poems on doorsteps
...
and if put my heart at your doorstep,
if i oogle you in the closeness of the dark,
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Goodbye is shivering out in the cold as you take in the last scene
Goodbye is the last call music meant for her as she is meant for him
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I'd prefer your thorny comfort
to soft, wet petals of a misty rain
I prefer it now as I did then
drifting slowly to sleep
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Slumped in a question mark.
I, fish, breathe my elixir
The cackles, laughter of women
So far away, barely perceptible
...
“My hole life’s in limbo”
-he muted as he was cautiously lowered.
The tears at his wake
...
your brevity
my long-winded plume of circomlocation
your whimsical parasailing
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The mad summer evening stretches its
thin weakened blue across the sky
The mad men stir in their soon doom.
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In the surburbanned cavorting of my dirty knee youth...
the smells anchored me in
orange slices
clean cut grass
and asphalt
the sights of forever blue skies
of the deep end swimming pool
standing 20feet above with
the girl below
to be simple: a hero, a rockstar, a sports star, the dynamic battle with Satan for the sake of the girl.
For the price of gum,
friendship came easy.
It was bug hunting in snake and mossy canals,
It was Atari playing in friends' basements
and dirty cable at 2am. my first breast shot.
It was empty lots of BMX racing where our dreams lived and died,
dirt jumps from loved lost objects-abandoned.
(we put a context)
My friendships were celebrated in those days.
It was throwing eggs in the glee of our juvenile doom.
It was coca cola classic binges in garages and kitchens.
It was racing the sun home to find dinner cold but warm.
It was confiding to another in a hiccup.
Oh how those forever blue sky days.
They were long and now
...they are subtly redolent in my tempered adultness
The bountiful heart of boys finding the expansive in a cul de sac
a block from home.
My friendships, today, in cusped greyness
can be found in a menu, an electronic one, where I am disturbed from my doldrums via electronic notifications
I wake with the smells farther and farther away. A physical distance I am no longer to bridge. Only hoping as I trudge on through this land of rock that my Ipod will give me one last hour.
I risk the daylight and construct melancholic rustic buildings that shade me endlessly from the forever blue skies of my youth.
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