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wish list

9/21/2018

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wish list

  1. your kiss in the cool ink black of the morning
  2. fire in the streets
  3. a small hand on my shoulder
  4. a hundred fists in the air
  5. songs about love
  6. songs about revolution
  7. songs about revolutionary love
  8. a rough barked tree to climb
  9. forests covering the scarred earth
  10. paint blooming on concrete walls
  11. concrete crumbling
  12. a long phone call from far
  13. empty prisons
  14. not to have to go to work today
  15. something free, anything free
  16. church every day of the week
  17. your kiss in the after dinner shadow
  18. quiet streets
  19. a small sighing goodnight
  20. the whole world at rest, even dreaming
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love.

9/15/2018

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what i wanted to tell you

this is what i wanted to tell you
last night in the loud restaurant
the twenty something cologned couple
laughing and fidgeting with their hands
sitting way too close to us. this:

you are not the sum total of your mistakes.
you are the sum total of every time
you try to reach for something.
and i claim that calculation too,
if we’re doing the math.

this is what
i wanted to tell you.
i love you all the way
into the cold telegraph night
into the wondering
and wishing it could have been,
i love you all the way through
to the headlights hitting
the white garage door,
and the light left on inside.
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you have a revolutionary heart

9/10/2018

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unwound

some people talk about
how they grew up
they learned things they
got older they got a job
got a house got married
had children had an illness
accomplished and failed
how their lives
progressed.

my life has been
a dizzy spiral
things that fell and broke
things that caught and ripped
i got drinks at the bar got
prescriptions and
hospital beds and
got the children and the love
but forgot them in a haze
chasing death on the tracks.

if your life, too
unwound
knotted thread yanked
off the spool
and it was like falling
through the decades
your feet never touching the ground
you’re sleeping on the concrete
or one step away
in the hospital bed
on the tracks
in that bottle or pill or
syringe laced haze:

there’s something at the bottom.
when you get to the end
of the thread
there’s the deepest love
left on the spool.
you will find you have a
revolutionary heart
beating in a rhythm they can’t trace.









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