diddle
daddled
and why
not
life is
daft
as
I thought
then
or, in
my current
pretentious
philosophy-
speak,
terminally
absurd
(diddle daddle that
till the cows come home
with
savory dish
and cocaine spoon)
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indiddle
daddled
and why
not
life is
daft
as
I thought
then
or, in
my current
pretentious
philosophy-
speak,
terminally
absurd
(diddle daddle that
till the cows come home
with
savory dish
and cocaine spoon)
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inlived
they said nothing
died;
they all
sang
and how they sang
so heavenly
I felt for a moment
tempted to
return
but not
that heavenly
or sincerely
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init’s all
text
all
floating
on the air
sometimes
the gods who write us
press down on the
paper way
too hard
and, as the
Chinese say, life
gets
interesting
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inMERRIER
the more
I learn
about the
Universe
the less
I know
black holes
dark matter
quantum
craziness
would have driven
poor Newton mad
who
could have
ever guessed?
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inOF TOWN
Went wild
side of town
sound-system
preacher snarling
salvation
(his Jesus on
a soul jihad)
and so
(feeling the pilgrim fiction
of traveling up not down)
I remembered the words
of a sister
my sister
(white
biological not
Afro-cultural)
asking me to
walk a mile in
someone else’s shoes
before I
rush to condemn
Someone else’s shoes! Could they
be Reebok or Nikes? And me
with my
right-leg arthritis
wouldn’t
last a mile
but perhaps wouldn’t
need to
my heart
red raw
socialist
got
human empathy
in spades
and her father perhaps still
believing himself a god (called
himself “God”) and
yet
somehow stuck in
a bad childhood
wedged between immovable memories
stuck like
a specimen between sheets of glass
but this glass reflecting
respectfully let me
decline this offer, dispense
with that suggestion
feeling way
more inclined
to learn
empathy from
the inside
to be taught
first hand
and Oh, what a teacher,
as dark as is dazzling
giving her night classes I cannot
get enough of, guzzling
every aspect of
her life, every
single
truth about her
her night
every
night,
so primal, so perfect
suffused with
strange radiance,
shot-
through with stars.
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inpoem is
inner life
with no
center
no
inside
just a
few words to
change
everything
you are
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inpoem is
inner life
with no
center
no
inside
just a
few words to
change
everything
you are
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inhard to
act cool
when picking
up the delicious one
her red red lips brushing mine
for a moment
leaving a red smear mark across my face
bright as a skidding Ferrari
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inFALLABILITY
who breaks a
butterfly
upon a
wheel?
I posed this
as a rhetorical
question
pity you should rage and rant
calling upon the gods to
humiliate and destroy me
amazing
how ego can
get us to
think so differently
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infor years he
studied anatomy
preparing
for his masterpiece
sculpting away
sculpting away
until
it was as if
the marble breathed
as if
the clay
came to life
pity it was then
when they told him
no future
in sculpture, no
profit in it, yesterday’s
art
and so
he studied camera, lighting, costume,
dramatic conflict
set out to
outdo Orson Welles and
Stanley Kubrick
only
to be told…