Kuchen

These lungs are a metaphor;

coughing up something

that doesn’t belong 

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Words Worlds Wards

My words
are all old words
I don’t like much
learning new words

My world
is an old world
I don’t like much
inhabiting a new world

My wards
are all young wards
I don’t like much
looking after old wards

My words
are all old words
I find myself repeating
all my old words

My world
is an old world
I find myself
reliving in my own world

My wards
are young wards
I find myself
mirrored in the glass of my wards

My words
are not new words
I’ve said them all before
I’ve no new words

My world
is not a new world
if I refuse to change
it is the same world

My wards
are not new wards
if I refuse to grow
then so will my wards

Perpetually Hard

Perpetually hard
wish we are
we want to fuck good
& go far
want it all but
we want little effort
silver platters &
spoonfed rations
automatically alive
the opposite of death
handed lap dances
we want to be free for free
specifically self centered
inwardly concerned
the whole world burns down
around us so we can get it up

Turquoise Lake Haiku

Learning to let go
is harder than holding on;
routine vs. roulette

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Campground hosts walking
arm in arm before sunset;
a day’s work behind

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Trees sway in the breeze
ten thousand feet above sea;
Rocky Mountain high

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I rub worry stone
when happy, when I am sad;
its smoothness grounds me