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A Procrastinator’s Epiphany

The whiskey is mellow,
and the hammock sways
almost imperceptibly
as a Southerly breeze delivers
me into an oblivious sleep.
I wake to the screams
of a million Mayflies
in their death throes, and
the wind is out of the
Northeast now, siphoning
the heat from my bones.
A red Sun has scribbled
its mad manifesto
across the ugly world
in serpentine shadows:
I will hold you in orbit, and
you will mark the revolutions.
Squander these days, or don’t –
I will not remember your name.
Infinities will be devoured
by greater infinities. Immortality
is an abomination – the gift is
this moment, right now. *

* First appeared in Scarlet Leaf Review, October, 2017.

Free Verse

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Op-eds and Obituaries

​He chased an apparition
around The Circus Maximus
of his mind.  It was a shapeshifter,
a lost love, a Rolls-Royce,
it was whatever he believed
happiness might have been
at the moment.

He chased it for decades,
for a lifetime, for all he was worth,
until he finally ran it down
and tackled the damned thing.

It turned out to be nothing more
than a threadbare flannel shirt
and faded blue jeans stuffed
with yellowed newspaper,
all op-eds and obituaries.

“Well, I don’t think that’s fair at all,” he said,
and then he died. *

*This poem first appeared in Scarlet Leaf Review, October 2017.

Haiku Inspired by an Old Photo

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I took this picture on a disposable Kodak way back when I didn’t have a cell phone.  The photo was hidden away in an old shoe box until I rediscovered it while searching for something else that’s totally unrelated.  After reflecting for awhile, I thought of this poem.

 

beneath rustling grass

memories of wind and sky

spark in hollow skulls