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Coming and Going
I’ve dealt in drugs and dishonesty,
arguments and poetry,
litany and blasphemy,
brotherhood and infamy,
ghosts an’ crip’ling anxiety,
depression and dream eulogy,
the barren land and forgiving sea,
stray dog freedom and love’s slavery
broken homes, hollow bones,
always answering-machine telephones,
junk sick beauties with sunken bellies,
looped movie menus on static tellies,
skinny spirits in plastic dresses,
absolute absence and golden tresses,
everything else in red and black,
the sun on skin on the walk back
moving forward, no map in mind,
boozy bums lose track of time,
I sat at station longer than I should,
all that coming, and going, felt pretty good
the whistles, the motions, the movements, the purpose,
was better than the thistles and madness of presence,
when one builds a monument, they too build a tomb,
and eventually we are only ghosts in a room …
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Both Dogs and Lions
I never told no one about this,
because I didn’t really think it important,
but my stepdad used to beat our dogs in front of me,
like he was showing me what the world was…
       the world is what you make it,
               a beaten dog or a lion
               and if you find out you’re a beaten dog,
                       don’t ever let the fight leave you,
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Sanchez :iconjohnfinch:johnfinch 0 0
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The Ballad of Cowboy Colors :iconjohnfinch:johnfinch 0 0
The Day Dean Died
I think the day that Dean died for me was
       when I sailed over that asphalt sea
       across the desert where the sun hung orange and
       the great ball tree stands stoic, some of its balls broken,
       to arrive in city, after the night fell, and sitting at our old haunt
       was he, and his new girl, and they were blowing smoke into the air,
       and his tears had dried in all the hours it took for me to drive, and he
       stared at me like he didn’t know me, and my heart broke …
               that was the day Dean died …
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Do Not Stop the Pen
sometimes you stop the pen
because the thought that flits
may offend,
but in doing so you cripple self,
and put good thoughts
on forgotten shelves …
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Brief Moments of Illumination :iconjohnfinch:johnfinch 4 1
Crumbled Tile, Graffiti Wall
most the times it seems,
it is really all just a manner of perception
no truth necessarily,
only you
and what you make the truth
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One More Time With Feeling
some fella I went to high school with
was found dead out in the middle of no where
inside of a great bowl, floating where the city lights don’t reach
      said he died of suicide
he disappeared a week or so ago, fell off the face of earth,
I wonder what it was like, sitting out there with nothing
all around, just your thoughts, thoughts and the vast black
above littered with the shining stars, a sight that we forget
deep inside the city light pollution and all the rushing, there
out there in no where, all alone, and staring at everything
       one last time …
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The Fear
it used to be tripping acid in the park
now it’s just reading thick books in the dark
       it used to be coyotes, magpies and blue jays
       but now it’s just a caged macaw that makes a lot of noise
                       in the late spring or autumn afternoons
       putting on another jazz album as the clock keeps ticking
       evenings away and you sit in the dark or you sleep and
       either way, nothing actually gets done, instead the page
       stays blank and the mind stays medicated and the fear
       sets in, the fear that nothing is ever going to get done,
       that tonight and the nights recently haven’t just been
       a slump or an exception but instead are truly the regular
       and yo
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Of Crosses and Sceptors
they crucified Kerouac on that cross of the cool
and where Christ’s cross read I. N. R. I. on Kerouac’s
they inscribed B. E. A. T.
       and he hung there, like their sad clown
       drowning in the drink and tears and tears and tears
sometimes you gotta say the thing, the thing that’s of the moment,
       but the moment's always moving, so sometimes change
       the things you said
               don’t let them place that thorned crown on your head,
               that fixedness, that stagnance, that death of your
                               own growth
       not bodies of soot and grime
               but glorious sunflowers
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The Old Be Getting New All the Time
drinking scotch
with a hint of licorice,
of which I'm not too fond of,
watching the flames flicker
from the candles which litter
the apartment and shimmer
the wire tree's golden leaves
listening to new records
by old favorites,
staring at the walls
again remembering,
wandering back,
but these days
not nostalgically
just letting
the past
       have its peace …
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Color-Coded :iconjohnfinch:johnfinch 0 0
Brief Car Conversation
talking to an older friend,
       I asked, “Does it fade?
       With time does the nostalgia
he was silent for a while,
       staring straight ahead, before
       he said, “I always thought
       of nostalgia not as missing
       that which passed, but instead
       wishing things had worked out
       different, wondering what you
       would change …”
I sat there in the passenger seat,
       and did not say a thing—
       for I wouldn’t change a thing,
       so what’s the point of all this longing? …
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I believe in myself,
my love, God, and flowers,
       in no particular order,
       for I love myself as she loves me
       and I love her as she loves herself
       she is a flower, dew-dropped,
       she holds my hands and wears flower-prints
       as we walk through holy gardens
       and God is all around and in,
       and the flowers let me feel it,
       like her skin pressed to my palm,
       like her soul, holy, inwoven into mine,
       like God, holy, inwoven to the all
       our love, holy, inwoven into all …
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Bonnie and Clyde :iconjohnfinch:johnfinch 3 0

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lips parted like the thirsty
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