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Impulsive
Develop relationships with colleagues and walk to coffee during the morning, but arrogant based behaviors fatigue threadbare workday practice from strengthening. Impulsive behaviors make our souls sing when DJs give us free tickets backstage, but to take her own choice is bullying no matter benefits you thought you gauged.…
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Daily News
The presidential trials play like a strip tease performed by a shrewd professional squeezing our guts with vacillating tips shocking our senses with newspaper sprawl. Underneath the titillating air crawls artists reinventing a full-height stand transposing the shock of the country's fall into legal art unphased by…
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Reminder
What circular tragedy smothers fine families during the Christmas season. Tinsel strangles numbed cheer, and guests who dine in these homes witness tears without reason. Joy is measured, but fear is by the ton pounded into each thread of the carpet. Fear is gorgeous. Threatening lives is fun, but some may decide to return…
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The Photographer 2
She unmasked devotion in a tight blush spreading towards a pulled down hat. The slush slipped when they were waltzing against the
crush of winter wind sighing a prolonged hush. Her equipment folded beneath her chair except the camera employed to share a previously unmarked joy. The pair stopped their dance when they…
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The Photographer 1
Behind the fence at 6 am the drill breaks a tormented building cleared of will disclosed in shocks and groans from winter's chill packed in branded trucks responsively filled. She constructs her tripod with the building behind her back and slowly collapsing. Her eyes scan streets for images threading orderly between…
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Miraculous
Sometimes a mechanic puts a new engine in an old car sometimes the rain washes the stifling heat and dirt out of the air sometimes roads get repaved and smooth besides, selfish worries can disappear wheel-quick sparks can heal hearts and I can hear luck returning
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I'm Three Ounces of Whoop-Ass*
standing patiently as the barista counts his daily charge. We meander down the two steps to victory, and hustle politely to order coffee, a noun that starts with A+! The fawning benches of wood welcome Friday morning drop-down Thursday evening regrets. The expert hands at the grinder unload coffeehouse crowns. Poetry…
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Penny Picture Poster
Flaming ginger hair in parallel black and white pictures above the two twin boys in stiff hats ready for engagement back in Europe where battle devours days. Two facing pictures, one wounded with rips under her chin from years rolled in a tube marked precisely and forgotten. His ship's deck sunk scared quick in 1942. They…
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Small Potatoes
it really doesn’t matter what mockers say I know that giving love is a much bigger endeavor it’s a bigger vegetable! food and shelter for the needy our boys did a heroic thing! helping others in a grand way I love them for doing it! eleven million dollars strong it can wipe away a lot of insignificant self-pity to see such…
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Concert 3
The pianist plays to an audience of one during a tornado warning. Her fingers ache with memories applause based of graceful ovations while grunting windows deign to quit their day jobs. In France practice sessions scheduled with the waking sun's hustle of illuminated skies dropped to long-term reminisces falling. A lone…
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Concert 2
He painted the piano towering fearless with rectangular grey shadows and white for definition, and holding court in a concert hall lucidly bold with bright 2D flashes. The centerpiece. Circled by whimsy of flowers and sewn garlands of firs, this monster, this roaring lion, this wood qualified for the show. Dwarfed by the…
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Concert 1
The backdrop unfolds in angles, corners where we see sound sit. Strands of greenery, a catalog of natural sliced firs detailed with positioned roses poised three inches apart. Repeated paint patterns completes the walled white noise. This scenery possesses and soothes, conversations spurred to break down walls when she…
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Woman with a Veil 2
A cigar wrapped with a lavender band lays on her indigo velvet purse, and when she removes her card of four her hand regurgitates it on the dealer's green. The woman with the veil gambles softly and wins constellations. The cards nightly uncover chance and requests logically timed in street theorems of sidewalk cities. Her…
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Too much to say, in fragments, in multiple parts
if you can understand fragments without explanation, just parts it’s hard to sit in love for a long time, unchanging it makes one desire action i hear of these couples meeting, marrying, from here but not us no, it was just a long drawn out carrot never to be caught is it any wonder it feels safer to stay out of it? you…
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Waiting for Madeleine
If the train arrives on time. What is time to a rail system that's always broken. I wait on the platform for the Red Line with some early risers of tempers thinned because of a six-week trial - track work rhymes with Friday morning waiting for five rings on the clock, and welcomes pastry shop chimes. A chocolate covered…
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Afib
Too much caffeine instigates heavy beats that I feel on my left side. Such a curse! I demote brewed loyalty drastically and stare into mirrors while I rehearse the lost roles of coffee lovers worthy of Oscars. Caffeine is my craved for hearse, but is it really so bad? The known fees of a pained, repaired heart, but coffee…
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Second Choice
I walked to the second choice because you were locked past opening time. I walked past the sprightly green cafe with not-great brew and welcoming furniture. I walked fast across the two-way street, past homeless, two men on either side of the street. The vast craving pulled tiny tricks, divulging clues of pen and paper,…
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Is it Really That Bad?
To ruin life remain addictionless, and schedule bills direct-deposit paid. See your time as Go Fish instead of chess when strategy wins relief like a blade you approved cutting your skin, and address your word against the gossip unafraid that you will fail. Correct justice of less weight from choices unapplied and…
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Public Transportation
I took my sweet time going home Friday evening. A visit with friends with books they recommend slays stray graying time that pays back with heat that wraps my head in dismay. I see the woman in blue, and I think nothing of her standing on the sidewalk. I walk by. She starts to walk. Then I walk quickly to pass. She starts…
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Waiting for Pastry
I brew my coffee at home, but sometimes it's best paired with pastry before work time so I walk driven in the humid slime of DC summer air gasping out rhymes. At 7 am this cafe opens, but pastry staff deliver the filled bins closer to 8, so expectations den tough internal exclamations of, "When?!" Horrible disappointment…