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daily bread

Daily Bread

Along comes
winter,
chops my
livelihood
into pieces
& throws
them to
the dogs.

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the beauty & the beast

The Beauty & the Beast

It’s amazing
how a
horse remains
beautiful &
full of
dignity &
grace with
a mouth
full of
metal &
a saddle
synched around
its mid
rift with
a 200
pound man
wearing spurs
in it.

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the passing years

The Passing Years

When you’re
a kid
you long
to be
21.


When you’re
40 you
lie &
say you’re
39.


When you’re
my age
you tell
people the
truth just
to watch
their jaw
drop.

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sellout

Sellout

Anyone who
accepts an
honorary degree
is a
sellout.

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fighting the good fight

Fighting the Good Fight

Accepting misery
accepting the
unacceptable excepting
the intolerable.


Switch an
E for
an A
drop a
C add
an X
& you’ve
got an
equation to
take your
mind off
your shortcomings
off your
dismembered dreams
something to
rip time
asunder like
a thunder
clap shrink
space like
plastic in
hot boiling
water make
mother’s milk
curdle.


& you
do it
of course
your options
are minimal
& then
there’s a
knock on
the door
& you
pretend
you’re a
frying pan
you will
black crows
from the
sky &
fat worms
out of
the brown
grass your
eyes rattle
like marbles
& there’s
no one
to share
this with
no one
to take
your hand
no one
to parrot
your
zigzag existence.


There’s only
one knock
& then
God knows
what becomes
of them
nothing good
that’s for
sure but
what were
they hoping
for anyway,
refuge in
the eye of
the hurricane?


You can
fight the
good fight
until the
cows come
home but
then you’re
struck down
& forgotten.

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and god said it is good

And God Said It Is Good

For me the
red-tailed hawk
floating on
the wind
high above a
hillside of
juniper
is a
beautiful sight.


But for
the rodents
scurrying thru
the juniper
the hawk
is the
shadow
of death.


Only God
can look
down on
it all
and say:


It Is Good.

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