Reflections
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Chinese takeout whiskey sour, two cherries living room recliner not yet in full-on mode discussions of recent past upcoming future plans, goals, objectives abstract in low-resolution wistful recollections glad-its-over conversations annual ‘old’ sounds-better rebuke – same auld, same auld old acquaintances unforgotten checking in/on via social media I’m fine/have a happy memes… Read more
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‘…A flute of champagne contains one million bubbles.’ Toasting a new year – fresh starts beginnings, endings, transitions – see each bubble as a moment each individually tantalizing, collectively rising rapidly, quickly dissipating Gone short-lived effervescence sweet anticipation swiftly departed memorable Savor each bubble – the tingling of remembrance tickle of anticipation moments reveled in… Read more
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walking old neighborhood streets first time in forty years strolling the paper route I once sped through on bike chucking news, sports, imaginary touchdown passes blithe in my accuracy – papers always landing where intended most of the time remembering homes, faces cantankerous folks the best tippers comforting offers of lemonade, hot cocoa incessantly yapping… Read more
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“…and there’s nothin’ short of dyin’ that’s half as lonesome as the sound of a sleepin’ city sidewalk and Sunday mornin’, comin’ down…” – Kris Kristoffferson There is no respite from the escape the night before, sketchy adrenaline rush of getting there, staying there, leaving behind whatever it was trying to find whatever it is… Read more
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Quixotic exploits in multiple life-genres satisfied, I am lacking though, in satisfactory resolutions ambiguity suits me beguiling, am I, in my befuddlement of others confounding doubters mirror voyeurism minus Dorian Gray ego, Carly Simon panache sing anyway, I cannot dapper enough, I am charm, it is, carries me sophisticated enough I know lost causes from… Read more
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Life casts its shadows as the director a play each silhouette distinctive, unrecognizable, tragicomic profiles Actors are we all; no wordless Kabuki, tutiti-fruiti, aww Rudy! the action plays out scene-by-stolen-scene “all the world’s a stage” the stage a fantasy world that doesn’t lie light dictates action of the dark sans script, stealthy hitting each mark never… Read more
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Waiting for an oil change customer area big-screen TV Rachael Ray cooks pasta something a grandfather across from me texts the coffee is respectable volume on the TV isn’t but Rachael is Rachael it doesn’t matter she cooks rhythmically zzt! zzt! zzt! the unmistakable garage sound of tightened lug nuts al dente oppressive smell of… Read more
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Life is not karaoke performing words, ways of others interest me not at all imitation less sincere flattery more pandering laziness someone else’s persona under guise of your ‘interpretation’ nothing there is real. I sit on a rickety stool deliver my own material strum my own chords sing my own song battered tip jar constantly… Read more
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Regret and I have a tenuous relationship flirtations ebb, wane pop up again precariously at odd moments, clumsily the standoffish one in this tepid relationship is me running hot-and-cold I can be a frustrating companion lackluster lover there is no love lost between me and regret never love at first sight never a commitment convenient… Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 