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Coming Off Small

Counting The Long Days, Tilling The Greens

All Tarted Up

Don't Tread On Me.

why We celebrate the losers

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

what makes a monster (sympathy for the monster)

I Long For Stars

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

All Beings Considered

Little Water Bug ( learning the lesson of true pain)

Hope You Enjoyed The Eclipse While It Lasted

Written For My Father Who Isn't Here To Know

And Even Stars Die

Crowded Out

I Feel Fine(r)

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Used to Think I Could Fix Them.

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

Max on the max

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

Boy Restored

The Light Goes On In The Attic (WeAll Have Addictons)

Life's A Candle

Malla Batsick

(A Prayer of Intercession--Brief Joy)

Love A Cat

Cuba Libre

Fragile Shell Of Morning


A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

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Poem Untitled, But, If Not For You

just a bit off
the path
I'm fairly certain
that I don't have a recipe
and there's
no expert on me

the song I write
with my heart
I could always be someone
when I needed to

but now I've no need

full of possibilities
no one ever else
like me
I'm the one in whom
I believe
the original
making the best of
what will be
will be

when I glance
into my morning mirror
there's a smile
not the fear
that there used to be

wearing the skin
I'm supposed to be in
and wearing the scars
I earned
both bravely and

I know
I didn't arrive here
without getting a bit tarred and un-feathered
or a bit wounded
I've been named
the freak of the week
full of cheek
and feisty as hell

but its my claimed story
the ooze of it
the hoary gore bore of it,
not the sweet sell

who you see
is what you get
I ain't ever gonna be
completely done
you can't count me out
nor ring that
final bell

an original's
I've made
my own grades
I've picked myself up
so often
I'm certain now I can tell...
how I can learn
to manage most anything

looking forward
to that last less wilder ride
down the hill

its been hard
its been fun
its what I chose
what chose me
in the long run

I'm so grateful
to find you here
with me
we're together
through it all

you're the gravy
you're the laughter
you're the comfort
you're the man
I'm so fortunate
to have met
do you know
how much I feel
I've won

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10:58am PST May 26, 2017 date/time stamped

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