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A Poem for Distance
April 25, 2010, 10:49 am
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This ain’t the first time I’ve been to this well;

And I still haven’t been to it.

But it’s not the first time I viewed it.

 

To drop my Bucket in (still shiny, only two dents)

I can feel in my gut how that water would taste.

 

Drink the living water?

Be seen by it be known

Or crack your head on Mount Diablo.

 

Even if (no, no!) we don’t drink together.

 

I’m not gonna depart. I’m not

Going to rip a shared poem up again.

 

Promise.

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Dreamed Cleaned
April 30, 2009, 9:45 pm
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Will soft look upon a glowing square.
My face.
I do similar, an electric mist passes and glows.
I alone perceive radiance.
The boy is in the syrupy dark.
A flower growing midway through the sidewalk.
Green tipped with yellow.
Made of stronger stuff than stars.

His Hands were My Hands (in the glowing square.)
But My designs are not His desighns.

Fall into me! My soul is vast.
And I am still an ocean of contradictions.
My life, My stability,
Surf high on waves of contradiction.

I’m tired of metaphor.
I think I’ll just lay down.
and Will myself to dream the same dream again.

(written by me. April 29th, 2008)