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In all of
the minutes of my life, performing good deeds
I rejoice
with succulence, my one second of perversion
I
am bigger than Japan,
I am smaller than an
atom.
I am big in Japan;
I am small in the US.
I am small in the US.
I am wide in Japan.
I am read in the US.
I am small in the US.
I am measured in
space
I am everywhere at
once.
We am everywhere.
We were, at once,
where?
We are big in Japan.
We
are small in the US.
We are everywhere.
We are us in Japan.
I cannot measure the
US
I cannot measure
Japan.
We are everywhere
Everywhere at once.
We are the US!
We are the atoms!
We are Japan!
Once we are
everywhere,
We are small in the
US
We Are Here
Because
we are here
Because
we are here
Because we are here
Because
we are her
Because
we are here
Because
we are here
Because we are here
Because
we are here
Because
we are here
Because
we are here
Because we are here
Because
we are here
Because
we are here
Because
we are here
Because we are here
Because
we are here
Because
we are here
Because
we are here
Willows Mourning Autumn
The bouquet in a vase
Sits waiting for a
bee
To come and pollinate
There are no bees
There is only beer
In this house
We have no car.
In this car we have
no music
In this music we have
only sniffles
Broadcast for a tone
deaf woman
Who has vowed to
never cry again.
Freezing Actually
The
sun is out
Yet
it is so cold.
Once
again it is morning.
Just
like yesterday
We
are unprepared.
I
am never ready
To
start another day.
I
could use
Another
deep
Hour
of sleep.
Or
a few weeks
Of
hibernation.
Not
sure which
Would
be more
Preferable
at
This
moment.
Seeds
to be planted
In
the crisp ground
Wait
on the window
Sill,
patient and still.
The
sun warms
Thoughts
of spring.
The
bed warms
Thoughts
of dreams
Left
so very far behind.
A mourning dove is calling from the veranda.
It has landed in the
hanging flowerpot singing,
Swinging in the
gentle May breeze it sad song.
We pointed to it as a
sign but mis-
interpreted it as a
good divination.
The desperate side of
devastation
The bird called out
your last days
And maybe it was a
blameless sign
Waiting for asleep to
drift us absent
You lay yourself out
on the cold floor.
The world flew to you
and sang to
Your blazing
illustrious ambiance.
You are missed
terribly by those who held you.
The doves no longer
visit us; no longer swing
In our small garden
as we longingly investigate
Our memories for
flickering moments bringing
You to our longing
red faces
To look into those
very eyes
Once more and
experience
Love as falling warm water.
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