Making Your Point
People who
are always
quoting other
people to
make their
point have
no point
to make.
Category Archives: poems & short jabs
making your point
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seeing clearly
Seeing Clearly
You cannot
see clearly
if you
care what
anyone thinks.
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the british are coming
The British Are Coming
The British
are coming
or is
it the
Ink Spots
someone with
strange markings
on his
forehead &
on the
soles of
his feet
someone with
sun spots
& a
halo of
global warming.
It’s so
hard to
know who
the enemy
is these
days it
could be
just about
anyone a
frail old
lady pretending
to cross
the street
a basketball
player with
dainty feet
sometimes it’s
a radical
transformation
of your
best childhood
friend from
another life
with different
rules where
when people
talked they
talked to
your face
so you
could see
their eyes
a time
of wild
horses &
merry go
rounds &
gold rings
to be
snatched from
the night
sky a
time with
long stretches
of silence
filled with
heartbeats
& laughter
rang out
everywhere.
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your dancing days are done
Your Dancing Days Are Done
There’s no
time left
for reformation
retribution or
fine-tuned
adjustment for
explanations or
revelations for
waving the
white flag
in the
face of
the ogre.
Your dancing
days are
done your
dream
of the
four minute
mile your
string of
broken hearts
that crazed
explosion of
joy when
overcome by
a sunrise
all the
books you
thought you’d
write that
would set
the world
back on
its heels
your brash
claim to
everything.
You’ve been
trampled
under foot
& forgotten,
as if
you were
ever remembered.
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the second law of thermodynamics
The Second Law of Thermodynamics
Within the
next hundred
years or
so the
second law
of thermodynamics
will kick
in with
a cosmic
bang &
obliterate the
earth &
along with
it the
human race
& all
its gismos
& arrogance
leaving behind
not so
much as
a selfie
to tell
who we
were.
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beat them down with defiance
Beat Them Down with Defiance
I dream of
creamy defiance
instant recall
buried evidence.
Right under
your nose:
Bushel baskets
of grief
a man
with a
golden arm
an animal
the size
of a
cupcake
with three
blue eyes
&
red hair.
Draw your
own conclusions.
I put
up a
shingle
free advice
got audited
& auditioned
gave an
interview
on a
smart phone.
My picture
was everywhere
& then
I wandered
into Mexico
on a
skate board.
Try as
they might
they couldn’t
make heads
or tails
of me.
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