Under the Orange Moon: September

September begins with Indian Summer heat fiercely making up for lost days for rain and clouds cramming and on its best behaviour praying to stave off what is commonly acknowledged as The Inevitable Nights out on the patio drinking cheap red wine from expensive crystal glasses Feeling like kings illuminated in a citronella glow The…

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Blue

“All rivers flow into the sea but the sea is not yet full.” And I’m surrounded by blue-eyed gentry and blue-labeled beer and an immense blue sky the width of the blue coast And amongst it all at the kitchen table with the blue tablecloth sits the boy with the beard the blue jeans and…

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What Am I?

Fragile guilt-ridden consequentially unbalanced Swallowing the pits of your indecencies Eternally loyal (Though you would disagree) Three hundred sixty spirals (out of co n t r o l) curling into a continuum with no conceptual notions of radius Exhaustion an indefinite reality I only know I ache Constantly hungry (despite your tendency to overfeed) Lonely…

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