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Aloha

 

Consider the man in the aloha shirt
talking to the Banyan tree.

The diet Pepsi clutched in his hands
holds him against the chipped picnic table

and the spotty pigeons scatter
when he flicks his toes.

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Sunlight Pages

 

She was a warm-weather writer
the sunlight singing into her salted shoulders
she tipped her head back and felt the flesh rise,
tiny hairs stretching  for a soft sky.

The pen she held loosely between fingertips
knowing it wasn’t for show she was here.

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Voices

 

If you scowl,
they’ll know. They’ll see
into that cave smile
and know—if you frown,
it’s clear to them, that
your mind is a burrito and you
are the tortilla, wrapped so endlessly
it’d take the sharpest knife to
separate that mound. If you let
a tear squeeze through
they’ll see and gasp and wonder
what must have happened
to you to make you like this.

If you tell him what you’re feeling—
abandonment, low self-esteem,
needs—well:

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Sourdough Soul

 

Don’t ask me to do
that. Don’t ask me
anything, actually,
I’m in deep, deep
fermentation
& have no flyers
to hand out today.

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Autonomous Outsiders

 

Praise be the autonomous
who sit, crumped upright
in a land of red Mountains.

The ones who eat, food dripping
from loose corners, at a table
of stone,

who lay, facedown on beds
of Earth shards, listening hard
for the rare sound

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Breathe Your Own Air

 

You wore their hearts on your wrists and ankles
belly to belly hugging,
chalky and holistic. They extended themselves to you
palms sunwards, asking you
to see them, to see them, to see
them.

Your own heart,
you tucked carefully out of peripherals,
finding happiness in the folds of
not having to share everything.

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Art for the Sake of Life

 

It’s all danger
here–
this you know, you feel
in the tapping at your temples
the throbbing
in your ankles. Danger
screamed in yellow exclamation
marks against your brow.
Yes.
They say it.
You say it–
All danger here.

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Making Sense

 

How to make sense
in a world neglecting
crayons. I need paper
please    that white blank paper
is vital
so much    is vital
so much    is vital
so much    is    missing.

If I cannot make sense
(and I cannot buy it)
then I must steal
sense. Take it with my chalk
hands, leave finger outlines
on the black velvet    feel the curtains swirl
so like a dog’s ear.

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Creative Process

 

Three cheers of a dusted dawn;

electric angels sweep the streets, and light
clouds skip stones against the still lavender
waters of the canal. Earth sings
her morning tune, low and orange
against the cool palm breeze.

Creation calms and tells
me I must start today
from the inside. No half
expressions.

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Investment

 

Financing a mind with a paradigm;
shuffling incessantly
past cardboard mementos, digging for
that spare cash we’ve got flapping
around in the love seat.

Who’s to win
in this array of dissonance,
this projection screen?

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Skin Sounds

 

Joy arrives soundless
in a cool morning breeze;
sunrise rattles through
oak palm trees, cooing
as she goes, swishing
through the drooping leaves.

Infinite moments heard
by skin only.

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Gentle

 

Collapsing
I tucked my head against my chest
and listened to my heart
beat.

Strong
it whispered
and my ego faltered
and I could hear the ego falter—
and I, faltering,
briefly
exposed
an open window to torrential rain
marooned against a million chairs
held up hardly at all.

The trick is always
to let the rain in
and the carpet go.

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