Sonny Rainshine Poems

While governments come and go,
as politicians duke it out
and vulgarity and tawdriness
define the day,
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I am your quintessential cynic,
he said, I’m a nihilist.
Don’t put me on your speed dial,
Pollyanna, cause my voice mail
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Sometimes it seems that most of our living,
our experience, is about sifting through
acres of insincerity, inauthenticity,
mounds—no mountains—of rhinestones
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I like those languages that combine words
with a hyphen, like joy-luck. How I yearn to
be in that club, if the dues are not too high.
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That night, that night
we watched Roshoman again
on Sundance
for the fouth time even,
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A proud white butterfly
desired to be the most beautiful,
the most envied of his species.
He rubbed against the reddest flowers
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I always dread to see the first asters
and the goldenrods,
those flushes of cornflower blue
and tawny plumes
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His greatest fear
was what we all fear:
that love has passed him by,
or that what he thought was love,
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Comes a time
when past actions seem so foolish
to us now and we tell ourselves resolutely
that had we to do it all over,
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From what do you wish to be saved:
from yourself, from wickedness,
from mediocrity, sickness,
from being deprived, or depraved?
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