Please reserve me a seat
on the federal reserve board
cuz I know there’s no election
just selection for that chair.
It’s not in the constitution
this institution that prints the
money that costs money
money that costs money
money that costs money.
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While walking in nature
on a quiet tree-shaded path
along a stream winding through woods
I pause to view my reflection
in a deeply shaded dappled pool
hoping the ripples from the stone
I have tossed will hide the wrinkles
as I pretend not to see them
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NIPPED BUDS

Tempestuous nature challenging seasoned predictions

     Engulfing tidal seawaves without salt

          Forced open floodgates overwhelming promise

               Betrayed kismet forecasting uncertain doom

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COBBLESTONE PATH

Break away from dead-end alley

            To discover who you are

                        Or what you could become

                                    Thrust into beaming headlights glare

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I had walked too long
in the briar and bramble,
fallen in and out of the trees,
been neglected by the breeze,
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One day after I closed the door
on the right-wing nutcases,
I bought Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s
“A Coney Island of the Mind.”
I cannot help those people any longer,
I cannot even understand those people.
I need a real mentor of my own
and will waste less time
with the mental dregs
of cerebral society.
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COTTON CANDY FLOSS

Alaska Yukon answer on cue

Understudy upstaging faded bipolar star

All About Eve Viagra Falls

Wrong rewrites scripted by Rove

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I should explain.
I’m not asking for anything.
You can’t give me
a picket fence
to keep out nuclear waste,
sculptured faucets spouting
crystal clear water,
a roof to deflect missiles
and acid rain from falling on us
as we consummate our vows.
No, I’m not asking for security.
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January beginnings endings estuary flowings bendings mortuary givings misgivings summary livings distinguished January snowing blowing statuary growing belowing January being beginning January Read more

Yesterday there were people
in Petaluma
walking around downtown
all day long.

They were people
who like poetry.
Some people would say
they were mostly old hippies.
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FAKE-BELIEVE

Flattering fragile but superhuman ego

            Soothing coagulated bruises black-and-white cover-up

                        In-different borderline neurotic faking passion

                                    Blissfully oblivious to painful pleasure

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The recorded version of “Behind a Closed Door” is on the CD Living It!

A child conceived behind a closed door
is born behind a closed door
enters society from behind a closed door
sees advertising designed behind a closed door
wants clothes made by children working behind a closed door
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NOT ALL THERE

Highway without any drowsy curves

   Heads straightforward extending beyond horizon

      Roadblocks muddy ruts shortcut detours

         Destination anywhere else but Here

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The poem of the day

can get away

if not caught before noon.

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LONGSOME NARRATIVE

My life a novel misadventure

Twisted suspenseful surprises wondrous disbelief

Incredible characters plot thickening itself

Protagonist championing own starring role

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I lay my head down, with out the light.

No monsters to fear as my parents are near.

To hold me tight, they know how to do it right!

“Just happy thoughts, that’s all I have.” Read more

She said that I might write her a song,
one that she might carry along.
But all the words inside
tumbled from my eyes,
when I said, “You…”
I said, “You…”
I said, “You are the song.”
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MOONSTONE

Red sunset leaks into darkness

Twilight dwindles needle’s eye slit

Manifold moon quartered by its

Own milky opal translucence phase

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(a poem built upon five random words:  whir, voice, cloud, blackberry, lick)

A whir of orgasmic bees hover

                                                  . . . near the blackberry bushes, humming,

voicing thrills of discovery.  I

                                                . . . taste those mellow berries in rhythmic

licks as my creamy cloud of sherbet

                                                          . . . dribbles downward and rivulets

of sweet desire anticipate your

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She came to me as always
like the fragrance of a flower
and tucked between the pages 
of my ignorance and my arrogance,
she chanced to read me and believe me
like the pages of a book. Read more