The Fear Of Going Dry

It's in all of us--
Somewhere,
That rational,
Irrational,
Fear of going dry.
Parents have it,
That constant worry that they'll run out of energy.
Teachers and philosophers
Have it.
That knowing feeling that they're just
One quip, one misstatement away from being disrobed,
Defrocked by all the true believers, become fools,
And powerless without
A stitch to cover their naked ignorance.
Oh, my God,
How the drunks and addic... Read More

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Losing My Mind

I have thought about
Losing my mind.
Nothing flamboyant, mind you,
Simply misplacing certain
Memories,
Traits,
Desires,
Fears,
Obsessions,
Etcetera--

Then,
I come to my senses,
And I realize,
If I
Inadvertently, or purposefully,
Do
Lose my mind,
I ponder--

Who will feed the dog?

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Life

It begins
Gasping for breath,
Clawing and clutching at anything
Tangible, yet unknown.
We cry in desperation for meaning,
For Godspeed, we cry, "get us there!"
And
Still,
It goes forward,
Willy nilly,
Fleet-footed, speeding along,
Yet unsure, and like a ricocheted bullet,
Can end up anywhere,
Before it comes to its,
Always,
Too abrupt end,
In a geological nanosecond
Leaving us
Gasping
For one, final
Breathe--

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Carrying The Memory In Her Mouth

That's how she did--
Passed down memory,
Passed down memory,
Passed down
Through family,
Through family,
Through,
And on it went.
The courtly love affairs,
The weak and the strong,
And don't forget the lunatic fringe,
For where would the South be
Without our deranged
Locked away in
The very next room?
And the dastardly,
All of them,
All of them,
All,
Alive,
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Love, Once Tasted

It's what the poets and the minstrels
 have been singing about forever.
And why the stars are in the heavens,
 and death, itself, can't sever.

It's why Poe sang of his Helen
 and Byron's beauty walked like night.
Why eternal, winged seraphs
 dance for our delight.

And once true love is tasted,
 and our hearts they overflow.
We know that once we've tasted love,
 it never lets us go.

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