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October 27, 2016


O’ “I”,

the what
the quaint
the real,

the person,


the “I”
that I feel.


that’s all.

I mean.

October 27, 2016

Missing Transit

Late, so late
I miss something.
Again, I miss something.
Leaves line my way.
Open window clearing,
A stranger holds
A coffee mug;
Face discouraged.
Recycling piled
The quiet streets.
A plane flies overhead.
Store fronts dark.
Bicyclist lit.
Turtle sandbox strewn.
Again, leaves along decay.
Dunlap, in St Paul.
The sidewalk pathway.
Skeleton for trees
Breeze for heat.
Welcome lights alone.
Farther from home.
Faded traffic.
Trying to catch up.
For the 67 left me.
Walking fast where I go.
Walking fast, go.
The light rail left me.
Just standing here.

October 26, 2016

daily reader

i read the newspaper
backwards today,
from the bottom up,
each sentence slowly,
word for word
left left left left…
one at a time
to make the story
come out differently,
better, in hopes
for posterity and that.
well, no such luck.
and on a rainy gray day.
when i reached the top
i found that
i was at today’s date,
& still confused,
& still wondering at
how fiction could appear
so viscerally spun. 

October 23, 2016

delineate the fall, scene 1

mornings like these
leaves come crashing
through the limbs
of stiffening trees

where fat squirrels
bound like jack rabbits
in search of
something to call winter shelter

inside the silhouette paint
of an autumnal tie-dye day
thermometers point,
inside, they spin at change

what sound of cut silence
delineated by robins call
a bus, the 67 going by,
Pileated Woodpecker
and a “V” flown southeast

our house cat mows grass at
my pale naked feet,
on some cool broken sidewalk
merely rented–what to own?

entryway of flowery vine
as stairs coming alive
at this venture of fallen
dead photosynthesis–dry leaf dying

i imagine if it
thought to spark a moment
in the morning mind
of some drifter standing

i imagine it like
it was some actor being told
to “ACTION!” by
some muted invisible god
in the distance biding its time

(fall to the set)

October 18, 2016

introduction, american opinion

meet melting pot america.
meet freedom of speech.
meet upset by freedom of speech.
meet why so mean america?

meet wow, i am confused.
meet holy shit, what freedom?
meet let’s change this idea.
meet we try to do and do right.

meet not broken don’t fix it.
meet individual in a group.
meet thoughts of talk and action.
meet make, make, make, and make.

meet comes with the territory.
meet that’s life, so they say.
meet i love Dr. Seuss…
meet cry baby, why baby?

meet the reality that is, and why.
meet why change, instead love.

October 16, 2016


this Hercules coffee
& sleepless dreams,
got me shaking the cold off,
happy to be seen.

October 10, 2016

fact check

usually when i fact check
it’s from an uninvolved 3rd party.
now that’s usually, just for reference.
though this isn’t science,
this may be far less important.
10 electors will vote for the lot in Minnesota:
electoral college, USA. usually when
i fact check, it doesn’t really matter…
(now perhaps the same for voting)
more of a hobby. you can go to and fact check that.
see how it’s all right there and only fair?
see how “facts” don’t really matter?

October 6, 2016

for all the best

i am sugar donuts
and black coffee
and wind chimes

inquiry in verse,
and what’s
in the hearse?

i am 5:45 AM male
alarm clock abuse,
small minded climates,
readying my self
for which worst
choice to choose.

for all the best.
for all the better.
for all whatever.

October 3, 2016

the best day

the best day you have on record
is the one you have before you.
new adventure, for a new day break,
now moments, moments to go.
more coffee, another inspiration;
another set back to make changes.
certain dreams of those so gone
that something may come of yours.

October 1, 2016


i have keys to define me,
a crowded key ring full
for opening doors to…
going from here,
here to there and back.
going where ever.
these keys define me,
golden and silver keys–
some crowned with plastics–
their lovely worn patina,
pressed so hard as
to their cold metal form.
looped at my wide hips,
locked on a levered loop.
reaching for somewhere,
hands going any place,
so many keyholes to poke.
turning, antiquated mechanisms.
this life of access…
she tells me my keys
weigh me down so much,
pants drop loud to the floor.
long day of carrying on.
must weigh an actual ton,
or must weigh like
a couple hundred pounds…
something pretty heavy.
but so important, the masters are,
they’re “*” adorned;
if you lose them, –fuck,
they have to rekey it all.
literally, not just given out
to anyone who walks into the joint.
a heart attack for misplacement.
this is no joke.
i keep mine with my “life-keys”.
told as the very day
they first came to me.
i did not coin that term,
but it is truly endearing.
and it is truly important: these keys.
kind of like where you go.
and how you get to where you go.
these keys to define me.
these keys to define you.
these keys to define we.
defined by these words.
these are not my words,
someone else’s…
they are used to define these keys.
these are not my words.
they come from the past.
doors with no keys.
invisible and weightless, and free.

* a specific letter.