<a name="#009">Escapism as a Lifestyle </a>
the deranged and magnificent
passed through electronic doors,
awaiting my services,
as librarians read Vanity Fair
to occupy their time
i was given cash and coin,
plastic and notes
to embrace more fabricated truths
taken from the highest bidder's
point of view
rest back in the E-Z chair
and aim the mute at the kids
force fed choreographed music
telling us what to feel,
while mentholated vaporizers
extract the needed tears
from our celluloid hero
i was a dealer,
a dealer in mental masturbation
and too often i dug into
my own stash
so,
duality insists
i read my child
to sleep,
again and again
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<a name="#010">Feet First </a>
supple, well designed feet rest
in his hands
high athletic arches
and her toes run
an even tangent,
the nails even
and painted clear
ankles are thin
and bow to the perfect entrance
made by ions
of gene pool struggles
no! god himself!
as he pan's up;
anger, insecurity
past unrest and want
always want
he pan's back down
he is becoming a nimble machine
walking on egg shells
his friends roll
knowing this is what it takes
to keep harmony,
harmony is a full time job
his progeny sleeps well
and will not be a machine,
the child will embrace
better days
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<a name="#011">Vincent </a>
the entire day,
standing in sun blasted,
100 degree heat,
bits of madness
disguised as color
oozed onto canvas
and were made to dance
by his palette knife
no one noticed
no one cared
apathy is timeless
consumer friendly,
deranged and dead
will be the only way
an artist/poet
will ever cash a check,
while investors hold
insightful creations
with greasy hands
and hard-on's
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<a name="#012">The Kiss </a>
..and so,
rise and fall
day bleeds slowly
into night
still,
i want
the immortal kiss
i need to remind myself
of the duality
as well as the simplicity
of most situations,
this may allow me
to be balanced
but always,
remember to kiss
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<a name="#013">7 a.m.</a>
it's morning,
early morning
to me anyway
it's 7am
i look in the mirror
and know i need glasses,
then i think,
do you really want to see
this picture clearly
i fumble for the toothpaste,
the cap falls down the drain
and a well needed pause ensues
i'm in no mood for plumbing
i'm in no mood
at 7am
was it the arguement last night
was it the chinese at midnight
was it my kid's bad day at school
i'm thinking too much at 7am
maybe it's human error
yeah, i can live with human error
this way, i can wake up
in the usual manner,
at 10am
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<a name="#014">Best Feeling, Today</a>
i enjoyed
my morning ritual
and hit the fan
on the way out
i knew it would be
the best feeling
i'd have today
i slopped into my car
with sour eyes,
another drive
in lemming traffic
i look at the women
in audi's
and the goatee stamped guys
in 4x4's
through a cracked windshield
i'm about to meet a friend
i haven't seen in years
unfortunately, he's a cop
and i'm busted
no registration
no insurance
blah, blah, blah
as my car is towed away
i think about my morning ritual
and blow off work
for a quiet day of gardening
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<a name="#015">This Dream</a>
moist emerald clover,
my face pushing
through it slowly
chin moving the tiny stems,
eyes just above
their predestined length
an early orange glow floats
behind the dark tree trunks
in the foreground
a writhing force
propels me
as i
peer into the soft solitude
let me keep this moment,
this dream
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<a name="#016">Push & Pull </a>
impervious to change
he finished another glass
of whatever
she would never be mocked
"that IS the end of you,
she smiled,
"and i'll be there
to catch your head"
"but you'll let it bounce
before you do," he smirked
loud, shallow quips
trailed to silence,
it was a quiet resistance,
well known to both of them
they regrouped
to gather reinforcements
for the next engagement
killing the other
would be a cowards victory
gaining battle scars
and learning the mindset
of the opposition
brought them
to new plateau's
time and an inexhaustible supply
of reasons to go for the jugular
brought them together
tempered by quietude
and the fact
no resolve would come tonight,
they fell asleep
one on the couch
one in the bed
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