The Cuke Is In

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Middle Ground

Published on 2010-07-13 20:26:00

I'm trying to find it; it seems a rocky, shaky thing, this middle ground, and ever elusive.

Published on 2010-04-16 20:21:00

Letters dangle And drop offFrom words that don't matter.

Published on 2010-04-08 20:52:00

I have to speak to you Only through boxes and jars From behind a shopping cartAt the grocery store.

Published on 2010-04-05 22:16:00

I'm waiting for todayTo become tomorrowWhen I'll wish it were yesterday.

Published on 2010-04-03 21:17:00

I have discoveredWhere they bottle themselves.I have discovered the glass jars,Half empty,Half full,Closed and sealed,Pickled and preserved.They are a curious groupAnd they are a frightening group.

Published on 2010-04-03 12:11:00

A letter openerDoesn't do much goodWhen the letter to be openedHasn't yet arrived.

Published on 2010-04-01 15:48:00

She's taken awayIn an empty bottleWrapped in old newspaper.

Published on 2010-04-01 15:38:00

I've got a few thoughts lying around, like clothes strewn about the floor of my mind.

Published on 2010-03-04 17:34:00

I struggle with the day-to-day life of Mr. Hemmingway. He was "Ernest," and I am not.

Published on 2009-12-23 15:31:00

The tiles from the floor affix themselves to the wall, and the ceiling is wrathful.The doors laugh.

Clint Eastwood and Duke Separated at Birth?

Published on 2009-12-16 18:04:00

Taylor Swift and Praying Mantis Separated at Birth?

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The window pane whispers to the glassIn a rhyme,I can't remember how it goes,And the sun interjects with a sigh.

Published on 2009-11-02 17:54:00

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There are holes in my tongue where there should be words.

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I write with difficultyBecause I have no graceWith a pen,No "je ne sais quoi" with words.I articulate no thoughts potent enoughTo seize any mindAnd deliver no diction artful enoughTo maintain dignityIn a single, disgracing phrase.

Published on 2009-09-22 23:05:00

It's that time againwhen I talk.When I say nothing, but I talk.I write wordsthat mean nothingbecause maybe somethingis somewhere in the mess of vowels,consonants,the things I know I shouldn't say,but do, anyway.