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Life*
And these were the times
We couldn’t imagine
Doing without,
Cutting us down
To memories
Of a childhood shredded partially,
Year after year
Always reminded;
My birthday landed
On the same day
As the assignation of JFK
And uhm
(Uhm is not a word)
I could do nothing
About that love
In this nation-
A recumbent bicycle
Basically
Pursing solitude
To penetrate the secrets
Of nature
Holding me out
Against the wind-
Time
Debacling
Reason;
Out skirting
The fog, the mist
Petitioning life out
Of its space
And the dearth
Sheets covering
The illusion of:
Groundlessness
With the
Snow angels
Conceding to
Creation’s
Sidewalks
Purposed solely
With the intents
Of remembering me:
Some
Distressing
Acute
Fate
With short, no frills
Curly hair receptors
Salivating
On the
Brass tacks
(Practicalities)
Of the mind-
Done.
Feeling life and
Experience:
Irregularity
In a manner
Of death
Speaking
So stalely
About you.
We couldn’t imagine
Doing without,
Cutting us down
To memories
Of a childhood shredded partially,
Year after year
Always reminded;
My birthday landed
On the same day
As the assignation of JFK
And uhm
(Uhm is not a word)
I could do nothing
About that love
In this nation-
A recumbent bicycle
Basically
Pursing solitude
To penetrate the secrets
Of nature
Holding me out
Against the wind-
Time
Debacling
Reason;
Out skirting
The fog, the mist
Petitioning life out
Of its space
And the dearth
Sheets covering
The illusion of:
Groundlessness
With the
Snow angels
Conceding to
Creation’s
Sidewalks
Purposed solely
With the intents
Of remembering me:
Some
Distressing
Acute
Fate
With short, no frills
Curly hair receptors
Salivating
On the
Brass tacks
(Practicalities)
Of the mind-
Done.
Feeling life and
Experience:
Irregularity
In a manner
Of death
Speaking
So stalely
About you.
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