sleek swords find ample envelopes
same swiping seekers will wipe
weeping walls with wavering window
washers. Vent sort belief word deny
closed calloused cleavage. Saint
Tinged toward slight lame leverage.
Rely rolling ranges round relief ripe.
Rainbows rank well wane cringe quite
quiver clips click clean cankers connect?
Slate morrow’s fallopian blues,
Quiet queer sending of select sameness,
Veering onto wide angular meek ate.
Venial rowdy caged quarters
Ordered below angels angry.
Sweet swipes sorted warts.
Please drink swiveling melodious
Mirrored music horror pebble.
Walk ward with leaves large leaped.
Only air in the fist.
Nothing to grab,
Nothing to save.
Nothing to stand on.
A foundation of sand,
Slipping into oblivion,
Through the shadows.
Hoping beyond hope,
That something comes,
Something reaches out.
Is it a lost cause to hope so?
To caste a lot onto the dirt,
Counting on dim luck
To get one through some more.
Is there a chance at all?
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stash a sin here and there,
run so fast, you can’t see tomorrow,
when–and where–are you?
do you envision
or just jump in?
a guess, a hunch, a feeling:
it’s all the same in the end,
but what if it’s not?
what if regret only comes
when you listen to the whisper
in your head,
be it conscience, God, whatever,
and you ignore it?
what if you move so swiftly
you can’t hear the wind
blowing in the trees
as you pass through
the outer rings of the hurricane?
what if you drive your little hot rod,
a corvette on a highway,
or a speed boat in the ocean,
right for the center?
will there be a calm to the storm,
if you arrive in time?
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Joy, confounding mystery that it is,
comes at the strangest times:
A breath of fresh air, after a stuffy
Time spent inside all day.
A deep breath, relieving tension
From working under pressure.
Breathing in the scent of a nice perfume,
When a woman passes nearby.
Breathing in the familiar smell
Of my house when I walk through the door.
Breathing in the scent of my wife’s skin,
When she leans close to my face for a kiss.
Breathing, yes, just breathing,
Every day of new life.
Joy is that simple,
Only a breath away.
What do you hear?
How about a television?
Turn it off, or at least down,
If someone else is watching it,
Or close the door.
How about a stereo?
Hope it is nice music.
Or at least something cool.
Something that moves you.
How about a voice,
On the telephone?
Turn it off, unplug already!
If you’re not on it,
Close the door, if you can.
They are everyday.
They consume us.
Sometimes, they are
Sometimes, they are
Don’t let the distractions
Find something about yourself,
Something that nobody else is,
And that will be you.
Then do it.