Your favorite Muppet
is the puppet you are now
I liked Gonzo best.
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Monsters can’t get me
beneath my favorite blanky
I’m safe from the world.
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We know there’s no elves
only kids write to Santa
we write to ourselves.
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Songs of innocence
through the ears of a child
we learn new language.
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And we wonder where
wonder has gone we wise men
lose how to be boys.
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Time’s sand and stained glass
reflect and refract sunlight
crafting memory.
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Something came from naught
therefore, naught came from something
even this nothing.
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All colors make white
in the absence of nothing
all paints mixed make black.
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A photo of you
like Winter’s sun can’t be felt
I put on my coat.
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All I know is what
I used to believe is now
what I make believe.
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Live for tomorrow
rehearse for infinity
wake up for today.
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Your hand opens mine
finger petals to the sun
fists wilt in caress.
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At simplicity
the C chord is just the C
our bodies, the sea.
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Dreaming in exhales
spent breath of a dead belief
carbon monoxide.
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Tragedy’s funny
when you give it enough time
it’s all comedy.
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Coffee reflection
looking deep into the black
drink: who swallows who?
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There’s truth in beauty
there’s truth in ugly as well
truth can be two-faced.
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What you call fickle
I call flexible as grass
bends to every breeze.
Playing in the lights
performing blind I must feel
my way to laughter.
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Beethoven was deaf
when he heard his greatest work
he called Ode To Joy.
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The figure skater
always gets up from a fall
though he cannot win.
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Wish I was as smart
as I think I am dreaming
waking to these thoughts.
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We open our eyes
though we hope to die asleep
this is the dream world.
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The surf weds the sand
they love, then withdraw
wet with memory.
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Your once bright spirit
I drink like fire water
from an empty glass.
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Light gives in to night
they make love in the sunset
then the birth of stars.
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The night is alight
to the tune of fireworks
dancing cha cha cha.
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How brave is first light
to break through the night’s fortress
and set free the dawn.
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The curve of your voice
spiraling staircases turn
through your soul’s echo.
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You stand behind me
hot breaths on my naked neck
whispering your love.
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Our favorite music
even listening alone
sings to us tonight.
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Songs aren’t framed photos
you and me would sing this song
now I hear The Clash.
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Your erased voice mails
ring silent as a dead tree
one no one heard fall.
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In this silent room
I hear foot steps in my hall
coming and going.
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Left without a stain
the past drank itself away
empty spirits glass.
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Drunk men fall softer
from their galloping horse
than the sober man.
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The ocean takes sips
of sand from the rock face and
slowly drinks the cliff.
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Writers always write
like a painter has to paint
and you always use.
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Lost between the sheets
a grammar never spoken
in lovers’ silence.
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Any empty room
has so much more potential
than my furniture.
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What’s left at day’s end
a drink, a smoke, and a sigh
an ashtray of words.
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Drool on my pillow
the placenta of a dream
wets the afterlife.
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Hands of man made time
we chose to spin this clockwise
heads chasing our tails.
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Tao is not the Tao
now is not now now or now
now never was now.
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Sound is malleable
if we can speak in music
we don’t need English.
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Shouts upon the waves
sound louder, carry farther
our liquid voices.
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Men know from their eyes
women see with their ears
men are deaf and dumb.
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The sound of your voice
is an entire choir
set free on the breeze.
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Nothing can rouse me
like the note of your bouquet
where fingers can’t touch.
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Such oppressive cold
makes me miss summer’s sun burn
when bit by frost bite.
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There’s nothing left now
except the now that never was
now is the new then.
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Spring is impatient
this seasonal alchemy
turns snow into rain.
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Time as an abstract
four seasons fall in one day
rewrite calendars.
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I awoke today
so sure it was tomorrow
dreaming yesterday.
Nicotine kisses
promises painted in smoke
my smoking hot love.
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We once burned so bright
cigarette relationship
poetry of us.
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I sift through ashtrays
looking for remains of us
I find only me.
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If we were a poem
we were written without rhyme
the tune of haiku.
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