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A NOT-S0-SILLY ANTI-POETRY DITTY

In And In Between The Silence 6/21/2022

Not Alone In the Darkness (As I Once Thought I Was)

Each One Of Them Is Accounted For (And Matters)

The Fire Once Within Goes Cold From Lack



Like Books Full Of Stories Stacked Behind Her

Call It Grace (another Anti-poem)

Lights Out

Saudade: the feeling of wanting to be near someone who is far and distant

That No One But I Will Know (anti-poetry)

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

To Be In The Way

For My Brother T. J. ( 7/15/2022)

That Once Respite Cave

Dr. Frankenstein's Surprise (Re-Galvanized)

A Stranger In a Strange And Angry Land.

Crimson Lake (From 2008, flashing forward to 2022/April 19)

Words Being Yours...Until The Grave 4/23/2022

Summer Storms / Electric Monsters

Your Candle Burning In the Wind

On Sunny Days , As I Pose For The Skies 3/17/2022

You Are Not What You Think 3/7/2022 11:56Pm PST

We'll Decide That For YOU

Fisherman's Woman's Lament

That Time Love Took Off Running On Its Achilles Heels....

VALENTINE--WITHOUT YOU 2/19/2022

His Bitter Chocolate Heart (refrigerator magnet poem)

THE HOOVER DAM/NEWLY RE-CONSTRUCTED 2/19/2022

I COULD BECOME SOME KIND OF LUCKY 2/19/2022

UN-THREAD THE NEEDLE (OF TIME)

Always Deep Blue (written 7/3-7/6/2022)

THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES

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That Once Respite Cave


the glommy heat has me
in its saran wrap grasp
I'm glued into its tar paper mitts
while the thick air tries to
extinguish my breath

I'd have perished long ago
there wouldn't be any early ancestors
to populate and conquer the world,
no moving out of the great rift valley
I'd have remained stuck in my cave
wanting to be cool

and speaking of caves
and crawling out of one
isn't that what 2020 was like for me
for so many of us...realizing how
we couldn't stay comfortable
because the world had been transformed
into a pit of uncertainty overnight
and the only way we would've survived it all
was to come out of our individual caves of
despair and aloneness
to reach out

I made friends with so many outside my own small sphere
and then there was you
and me talking to you from the other side of midnight
and you looking into my cave lit by the wavering light
of my computer

so many others may have repeated this action
across the globe
connecting through computer cables, nerve synapses
and light-speed thoughts

I miss you that way
and how you were so novel and unexpected
like a gift one would give to oneself if you might have
the choice of anything

we are now on the other side of this
and the heat in my head and mind and heart
is now triplicated by the stagnating outside
such synergy rarely happens

my inner fire continues to burn blue-flamed
but I feel your flame is altered
dying out to an ember
and there's little I can do

part of me knows
you've always burned brightly
and shone on everyone around you
your light is too large to focus in one spot
or on one person

my heart leaps and sinks
like the Lusitania
not the Titanic
each time I see you or hear your voice
yet I know
there will be no safe port
to reach in my ocean

I
like my ancestor so long ago
now curse the familiar coolness
of that once respite cave.


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