j. saca Poems

My next poem will make me into a better man.

I’ll sing songs around the campfire and make sense out of the
senseless.
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Though I immersed myself in the Fischer
Mystique I related more with this barren

-haired Russian named Boris Spassky,
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The sun shines and it’s a new day
I’ve forgotten yesterday. An orange

glow massages a bountiful landscape
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Outside it’s dusk
the sun sets from

home, the place
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i walk alone crumpling
dead leaves fractured

bones contemplating
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trees wasted on
restlessness

I go back, put on the
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On the news

I see a Middle-Eastern
family crying, pleading
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