architecture
the prose
that strives
reaching, in some
arabesque
of words
to define a concept
a zen-like
phrase
that builds a thought
struggling for structure
inside
this framework
for a mansion
left unfinished
a doorway
two windows
and a view
of a heartbeat
this poem
built for
you.
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fish stories
late
in the hours between
noise
and
kneeling
i sat
brain too full of a bad dream
and turned on the tv
wanting a face
a different voice
than the one in my dream
in the dark,
sound turned off, curled deep into the sofa
toes curled under
found myself enraptured by the sight
of a silver fish
jumping
across sunlit water.
dancing
almost
laughing
trust me
if fish laugh
this fish was
giddy
at the freedom
do fish dream?
they must.
do they dream of more lakes?
or do they yearn for oceans?
or deep green rivers winding?
rocks to hide under...
or do they worry after worms?
or hooks?
and feathery pretty things...
benign betrayals
funny
the things you think about
when you are
so afraid.
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Queen of The Algae
yes
that's me
apparently
i've been crowned
in absentia
by the united pool users of america.
so i didnt look out the window for like
a week
so i didnt swim because it was raining
so i didnt give a well, whatever
because
just because
so the pool turned green and
i kind of liked it
i thought of being a total neighborhood
rebel
with a cause
and planting waterlilies
and painting the walls of my house
in shades of monet
and gaugin
it might startle the schoolchildren
to see a mural of tahitian nudes
dancing among the garden flowers
but
it might
just help them
know why life is
worth holding on
to.
and there are such
things
as happy
accidents.
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