Giddy-up-pony

I like when her hands 

slip into 

the small of my back

like a giddy-up-pony

at the county fair.

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Tether

Once, I was sure, but lacked 
leaf's courage to let go.
Now, I fear the wind.

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Cookies in Action

Beautiful mature women

looking for honest,

wealthy man. 

Click Now it’s OurTime,

before gout sets in.

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Not a Haiku

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Yes, I am fully aware that this has been done before. Think of it as a page, a meditation, a reminder on your calendar that says stop...forget your formulas, read the words. Then forget the formula of forgetting the formula forget the words. Crawl out from under your rock. Notice the shadows you cast and try not to stuff them into a bottle. Try not labeling the bottle.

Write 
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return some words comma,
more returns, morph clever
verb nouns semicolon
return word. Pity.

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Aokigahara

Awakening doesn’t mean 

a lifetime of day lilies,

sometimes it’s an unbearable 

dense forest. Where 

pine limbs jerk under duress.

Heavily fruited bodies 

swing 

twist

swirl 

toiling to liberate 

bedeviled shadows

who’ve seen behind

the veil.

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All the Pretty Girls

In a mountain college town,

I, the elder, pose 

in a coffee shop,

a cliche scribbling 

notes for Mr. Poem.

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Bryers Cherry Vanilla

Emptied after two days, 
its creamy contents 
stales in
the whales belly
and he wonders why
he can’t shit.

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Campaign Speech

He opens his mouth 
spewing 
a mosquito swarm 
that morphs 
from one ameba shape 
to another;

the harried cloud 
scampers toward 
Frog Creek
where
The Faithful gather 
smiling 
at one another 
awaiting this evenings 
amuse-bouche.

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Betrayal

Though you say
the morning cock crowed
I was miles away.

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Love Poem 22,314

Mosquito bastard
loitering, piercing,
diseased, delirious.
Love.

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Jealousy

Brown goo, 
sepia seeping 
under currents
squeezed between
teeth.

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