Held back by your tight
seventeen syllable leash,
I write elsewhere now.
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Held back by your tight
seventeen syllable leash,
I write elsewhere now.
Category Archives: change
San Diego
Shivering at the
airport. Colder than O’Hare.
Turn back, refund flight.
Driving cross country
West Coast starting line
pavement our road map we head
east back to our roots.
On cutting off long hair
Strands layered, length chopped,
I change, shed years, fears, regrets.
Why’d I wait so long?
Afterwards
We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.
Mortality
That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.
Respects
They hadn’t spoken
in a year, but she came home
to wish him goodbye.
At 22
You’re gone, leaving class
mates to learn that last lesson:
life can be too short.
Dizzy
Why his head spins he
doesn’t know. Vertigo’s made
the world hell’s fun house.
Selling out
Buying a domain
name to monetize content.
The new bourgeoisie.
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