Don’t know about you, but I think it’s stupid
To give lethal weapons to a diapered Cupid
(and what happens when he’s gotta go?)
...
You, my beloved, bring light to my soul
Before I met you, I lived on parole
Freedom, elusive, seemed so far out of reach
...
I’m put upon to ponder the problem of poetry
& thus, I proudly or, perhaps, perfunctorily,
Ponderously pronounce with a preponderance,
Even a plethora, of p’s:
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A sense of the sacred
permeates these grounds
where El Santo Niño de Atocha walks
...
He's aware
of the yard he lives in -
aware of the fences
...
New
to this Land of Enchantment state of mind?
Well, welcome home,
weary traveler, welcome home!
...
a gathering of tumbleweeds
hesitated, trembling aside the highway’s edge
until an odd,
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Golden curtains shimmer down
to ground and grass
through high-arcing, brilliant double rainbows,
children of the rain
...
I am acclumsid
conflicted by accidie
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