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This book asks important questions about being alive. Footprints on Fresh Snow. Defoliation of Self. Great Spirit. In the Bean Patch on a Warm Spring Day. I am a Swift Moving River. What If This Is Hell? My Love Is Afraid. Insatiable Love. Where Does It Hurt. The Sparrows Gather Here. A Man and a Woman. Perhaps This Is Paradise. Darkness Between Intervals. Intuit. The Dark Detour Down. At My Mother's Grave. Tomorrow I Live Or Die Inside. A Deadly Combination, Especially Tonight. A Porous Membrane. Why Do You Keep Coming Back? Night Crossing. Duct Tape and Bailing Wire. Daring Not to Speak. A Foggy Night. The Sun Is Down. These poems and more are waiting for you.
Defoliation of Self
I sleep with the window open and the furnace off
It rests my mind
I love being alone after days out with people, or
Without them working outside defoliating weeds
And blackberries, truth be told I lost my trust in
People long ago, Diagnosis: not very social
I work alone, talk to myself
Meditate with my eyes open pushing and
Pulling machines on wheels
Described myself as extroverted,
The tests I took said introvert
In high school I earned a perfect score on
Not so high on anything else
Diagnosis: obsessed with self
Know a woman who swallowed glass,
Called for an ambulance
Why would you harm yourself and
Then immediately call for help?
I ask myself, why do one or the other?
Diagnosis: dangerous to self
You keep moving on from man to man wondering
Why they leave you or you leave them after years together
Growing further and further apart
I sleep with the window open under
5 wool blankets and a comforter,
By myself, I like my life, feel close to the
Spiritual presence of creator
A Foggy Night
The busses are all running late
Traffic is bad
Tempers are running short
The rent is due with nothing left to pay
What is a man to do?
My favorite thing to do on a night
Like this is to walk and walk
Think things through
And this is what I'll do
The night we argued and went our own
Separate ways it was like this
Foggy, congested, dark, and wet
Neon light so inviting to lure you in
Take advantage before letting you go away again
What does a man think about the night
Before he is put to death?
What does he feel?
Of all possibilities, what does he want for
His last night on earth? Who with?
Are these not legitimate questions to ask
Oneself on a night like this?
Why wait for a sentence of death?
Fear not death
Welcome her when she comes
An old woman heavy with new life
Carried on rivers flowing into new oceans
Carried from this to the
Next by our angels of life
The Sun Is Down
The sun is down
The work is done
Travails of living
On the mend
Time to relax
Enjoy peace of mind
Meditate on silence
Of this night
Before the day begins