driving home

The sun set just before we turned west onto the road
that curved into the pure black landscape silhouetted
against the absolutely clear tangerine and indigo sky.

As our headlights revealed and dismissed the familiar
meanderings of this riverside route and its clusters of cottages Continue reading

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what was left

First they took away the all money
poured it into the government trough
and they fed the war in Afganistan
but still that wasn’t enough

so they crucified the artists
and they stood around and laughed
and they fed their blood to the Taliban
to fatten up the golden calf

Let them work for a living Continue reading

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yesterday is coming

There will come a time
when the gray view ahead
diminishes to a tiny black dot

when our impatience
to dismiss the present
outweighs existence

We train for it Continue reading

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