steve zabaldo Poems

Afternoon heat reflected off the
pavement,
rippling currents of
vapor blurred the horizon. Everything
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Myopic dreams

myopic dreams
intuitive failure
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pity

did you mean to do it?
the los angeles coroner called me
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Yellow Light,
Formless Energy,
eternal constant.
Being, of all Being,
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24
alive,
active, vital
suddenly absent
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I say with resolve, to hell with God
In the midst of hypocrisy and fraud.

I ask, who are the real blasphemers?
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The utter helplessness allows me the
pleasure of the experience as the
earth trembles under foot.
Only the birds have sanctuary; the sky that
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Giving way to gravity
Challenging inertia
Losing the pilot at apogee
To a dare
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time

time is motion
beyond reason and rhyme
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Cold gray steel pressed to my temple,
forcing compliance. Poised
to spit its piercing venom; deliver its searing
lead charge into my brain.
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