Jimi Doyle Poems

1000 arenas
1000 flaws
1000 yellow steps
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Here is the serenity:
it fell out as we entered the cab

Here is the loyalty:
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I have a breathing machine
I use it when my lungs are dirty
blocked with soot or feathers
or when there is too much moisture
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Just another poet
writing about the moon...
a place he's never been,
never truly seen.
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there is no dog-gone Jesus
like the American Jesus
big and strong
with hundred yard dash
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horse-naked

a barn sleeper
he can swim in the sun, in a barn
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My little nephew Kevin
is riding on the swing set
Muscling and thumping
the wooden saddle
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a poem is born
somehow like men
and then is
like a flower or a razor blade
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Tijuana beach sunrise
night's darkness passing
its colors to the stars...
orbing westward
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she is supple and slender and shining blonde
she is ready for the open water
she is readying her skin with lotions
she is beautiful
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