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Late Breakfast
My seven year old daughter wants to make me brunch for Mother’s Day. I would feel hollow without honoring the meal. I let her. She cooks me toast, one slice, and joins me at the table. Innocently, I...
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A Living Man’s Last Words
Which Switch? No, not that button. Let me show you the view. The ground seems awfully absent, doesn’t it? Of course I’ll make it. This gas is making me antsy—wanna smoke? I can go faster than you. Did...
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Weekly Relationship
Mondays are always an agonizing chore. I’m starting to grow quite poor in a sense. Begging god and womankind for a second chance; just one more. I need to start fresh; rebound. I can’t afford to waste...
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Weekling
I tame my tike walking home to the beat of familiar traffic and runaway offspring. I live on the other cide of the sity. I’m always on the other, and sever the name side it seems. But every part is...
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Bottled Up
It’s been a while since I’ve rhymed. I don’t know why, or what has sparked, this need to can a moment’s time and regimented meter in a note-to-self; a bottle marked “return to sender,” floated down a...
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To Know
To Know The moment. The moment of clarity. The severity, a rarity that stings and rings with things you can’t describe, but only feel and know —you just know— what will happen, and that you can’t stop...
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WARNING:
WARNING: Contains sexual humor, drug references, and language. WARNING: Do not use in the shower. WARNING: Hot contents may burn you. WARNING: Aim away from face. WARNING: Contents may explode under...
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Love Poems
A love poem from a person with Dyslexia: Roses are red, Violents are blue, Sugar is sweat, And so are you. A love poem from a person with ADD: Roses are red, Violets are blue– But not only violets; The...
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Nice to Meet You
Let me introduce myself. Let me pick you up at seven. Let me show you a good time. Let me put my arm around you. Let me drive you home. Let me show you how to have fun on the way. Let me watch tv. Let...
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Take Me
Where does wind come from? And where does it go? I’m not really sure that the wind even knows. May I ask you a favor? When the time is right, Take me where the wind blows. Tagged: big, blog, blows,...
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