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— Recent Poems —

• I wrote your name on a piece of paper

  by Jason (i), Typo Brahe (ii), Miss MoneyPenny (iii), Piglet 2 (iv), Agatha’s Crispy (v), and Skizerp (vi)

  I

  I wrote your name on a piece of paper

  II

  In ink that promised to be indelible

  III

  Written on the pages of your heart

  IV

  And penned neatly across your butt cheeks

  V

  Tattoo ink pouring into thine cheeks

  VI

  Sea otters floating down the river
• He said, "I agree, want to do another?"

  by cone (i, iii, v, vii, ix, xi, xiii, xv), and jared (ii, iv, vi, viii, x, xii, xiv)

  I

  He said, "I agree, want to do another?"

  II

  "oh yeah," she says and opens with a quote by him, who responds with a quote by her

  III

  wait a minute now, that's not how this is supposed to go. She pouted a bit.

  IV

  Supposed, should, have to, must, polite, correct, expected, assumed, right, wrong, good, bad. A judgement by any other name still smells lik

  V

  e <negative anticipation>. She knew only too well that she was weak, selfish and let anxiety rule her life, and yet

  VI

  And yet maybe what she thinks was known too well, wasn't. Perhaps the real rules and who rules is yet to be discovered

  VII

  Stepping off into the Great Unknown to do all that discovering ellicits great consternation

  VIII

  Negative anticipation provokes fear and fear; great consternation. Stepping into the abyss, like keeping ones eyes open at the moment of de

  IX

  cision which fuels the astonishing progress of the headlong rush into truth, arriving at self

  X

  cision is especially powerful when used for de to make in with pre, for re and ex of, what we are not, so what remains is US

  XI

  that essential truth, the US, seems somewhat elusive; other times so very close

  XII

  The Truth is the I, inclusive of all that exists; the Truth is Love

  XIII

  how to bring truth to "Truth" is learning to love me, love others, love the discombobulation

  XIV

  Love is who and what we are, we need only let go of what is not, at deeper and deeper levels until there is nothing left but Love

  XV

  It's God's handiwork: a lesson hard to come by but throughly learned. This will change everything.
• The discussion turned once again to the distruption of the automatic

  by cone (i, iii, v, vii, ix, xi), and jared (ii, iv, vi, viii, x, xii)

  I

  The discussion turned once again to the distruption of the automatic

  II

  Taking a break from the role of the automaton; like the odd bit of sun caught during the day

  III

  How restorative it was to slow way down, listen + absorb the natural world

  IV

  Ah to restore or not to restore: to put right; as it is, or to chase after change, improvement and that which is not. Windmills anyone?

  V

  And what's wrong with windmills? Anything that can be tilted at is worth a shot. At least she thinks it is.

  VI

  Windmills are not unlike roast beef hash, smothered in melted swiss cheese and bathed in a Poupon sour cream sauce. It's just that one real

  VII

  home-cooked meal lovingly prepared by the Amazing Chef JarooDude cannot possibly hold a candle to the other wonders of the world

  VIII

  Dyslexia strikes again if I hear right. As mom taught me, "hear what I mean, not what I say"

  IX

  And yet even if the words come out all wrong, isn't the underlying meaning in there... somewhere

  X

  Of course; what is, is. What it means, is its meaning. Always has been and always will be; can be no different.

  XI

  And yet when engaged in communication of any form, it's the gap between understandings that can be so mesmerizing, frustrating and wonderful

  XII

  Simply because the gap between the understandings is where the Truth is...
• Ghosts' fingers in the red storm light sparkle and change

  by Holly (i, ix), Kevin (ii), Tamara (iii, vii), Derek (iv), Jana (v), voluminous (vi), danellopee (viii), and Wayne (x)

  I

  Ghosts' fingers in the red storm light sparkle and change

  II

  Dazzling me with their sepulchral dance

  III

  Caring not, yet leaving me bereft of pants

  IV

  Wanting not, yet making elaborate plans

  V

  The snowman sings and dances alone.

  VI

  giggling, the little girls pounces, and scoops herself a fresh ice-cone

  VII

  I smile & close the curtains. Where my bitches at? Time for a fresh ice-bone.

  VIII

  Costco Astroglide 50 gallon drum. Foolhardy? Prescient? I couldn't say.

  IX

  My beanie baby collection, my sense of preparedness, and thee!

  X

  But Beanie batch belies brittleness because burst bubble broke bank barring bright side; looks like the kids are going to community college.
• Her room is a landscape of regrets

  by tim (i), Shelley (ii), rod (iii), jenee (iv), and willis (v)

  I

  Her room is a landscape of regrets

  II

  strewn with one-eyed dolls and used tissues

  III

  Bazooka Joe's legend outlives the faded wrapper

  IV

  like the stiff cardboard gum soon void of flavor

  V

  And now we here warn you don't tarry or waver