Unshackle your “do” from other’s “don’t” It’s all keyless now, the cold glass of milk, the frog on the grass and shrapnel toenails. You’re coming with me then right? Fine! I can put up with dairy amphibians and daily plebeians but I don’t have to green or blue. Neither do you.

I look out into the, and only see a, my reflection an, (then) the big reveal, I’m seeing squared, spilling all over jagged horizontal. Then, dark blue. This silly wet, but not ocean… first trees, then textures. A house, a field. Created quietly, just for me, as I disappear.

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Nothing does it justice, or maybe just ice applied as a poultice during the winter solstice. But those magics are trembling. “We could be available”, yet inside they’re just seconds against millennia backdrops. Rookie healers, selling sage agelesslly. #5amwritersclub #poem

You set me in motion. I didn’t even ask to suck in my first breath. Yet here I am. You departed, rather unceremoniously, and now I’m responsible to satisfy Newton, and keep it all going, and fear sharp and hot and loud, without question. #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry

Presto digit rations. No more counting on me fingers. They perpetually hold whack a mole mallets, made malleable since wood became scarce in the not so great could debacle. Toes no better, the tread mills occupied, hamster wheels always spinning, makes the dancing plague look

Dead beetle carcasses on the concrete and he’s no where in sight. Lining up dead beetle carcasses like cars for sale, and I crouch chin on knee, displaying my wares. Where is he? I don’t know, but this market isn’t infinite and these things won’t sell themselves. #5amwritersclub

Oral tradition out of synch, and suddenly we are retelling the future and everyone has a pair of ducks. They get top bling, and you’d predict a golden rage, yet if everyone is fort knocked off the standard, waddle ashore going ashore, scratch on cave walls with charred sticks

In 2003 I learned through the research of Damasio that there is no such thing as a decision made without emotion. Amazes me how many people still say "control the emotion" - a logical fallacy. In 2008, I learned that the brain is a prediction machine. In 2015 , I learned that

Poe, a tree, a twice frail tree. But don’t you see, branches below floorboards sway on their own and I want to see a teaspoon of whatever it is you are, or perhaps aren’t because then you are quantized and evermore floorboards don’t matter, and branches don’t lay still even in

Really appreciative of all likes and comments and feedbacks on poems. I don’t say it often enough. Thank you. #5amwritersclub #poetry

Before the man comes to town there’s a reckoning within. Let they who is without stones, cast the first sin. It may seem counterintuitive, give and take, and drag the rake across the surface of perfection before perdition, but if you haven’t lived, you’ve self buried before

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Have to take lit pug (the beastie-faced beastie dog) for an ultrasound to compare against baseline. Lymphoma not responding to treatment. I cannot unlike this enough. #5amwritersclub

Why can’t I slough off all of my skin, stir it up as dust, it’s lofted into the troposphere, knocked into the journey by interstellar dust get picked up by a passing meteorite and is deposited on some planet. No other-worldly reason why not. #5amwritersclub #poetry

Planck length times infinity is still really long in any city. The baby of baby steps, and this journey wasn’t meant to be to be taken all at once. Lots of lengths. stardust, then human, then ashes, perhaps dog (if you are lucky) and maybe human again. Stacked on end.

Long time attitudinal, longitudinal… drop a pin (gosh so quiet) and karma arrives on site, insight and with a little latitude, breathes into me that I might live to one hundred fifty two despite all the me I’ve ever been. Or maybe, because of it. #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem

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The world is one big word bucket of yard sale legos, and I am here for the sorting. #5amwritersclub

standard operating procedure, step 212: your hand is always bigger than (mine) nothing is unsolvable, at least that’s how you decided to show up. (finally) committee decides soon my hand size, which is puzzling as you still clasp (mine, finale) #5amwritersclub #poetry #Poem

In my knee-jerk world, swallowing a tricycle is a regular occurrence. Doesn’t matter I’m on it, peddling fast enough for two time trips. Deciduous pasts will slough off eventually. But why wait? Unhinge my jaw so I can prep for the meal while it’s still green #5amwritersclub

Greatness doesn’t come from being greater. It comes from being ok with being good, consistently.

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It was the winter of 65. I was dropped onto the earth in a pink tuxedo. Calculus class was terrifying and red, and a few vibrations that hummed inside. Strawberry sugar always sweetened the sour at my back teeth. One rumpled molar even escaped, to explore. #5amwritersclub