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august 7, 2021

This place is burning.
The days keep on turning.
And I...
(What about I?)

I am yearning -
(But for what?)
Yearning for the turn.
Yearning for the burn.

The fire's gone out.
The hands on the clock, frozen.
I yearn for that which is not,
What is -

I yearn for not.
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Poetry Tundra

now what? (iv)

i drove to st cloud today
i found myself at an intersection
i had no hint of metaphor
i asked myself, aloud
(i was sitting at a stoplight)
i asked myself a question:
now what?
i had no answer.
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Poetry Tundra

i imagine

i imagine amnesia looks much like this:
vast empty barren 
similar analogous 
selfsame
cold lonely stark 
serene severe severed 
quiet peaceful haunting 
mirrored mesmerizing mazelike 
labyrinthine labored lost 
all nothing everything
lost.
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Poetry Tundra

march to

the untimely rooster
cock-a-doodle-doo'ed
cock'd it up
        (as they do)
        
        my dreams
        my nameless dreams
        my beautiful dreams
        my infinite dreams
        exploding out of existence in some horrifying kerouacian        
        nirvana (too much/too soon)
        traveling out, beyond the pale
        i am a merely a product of my time
                                      (misplaced, no doubt)

the pale sunlight
the cold winter glow (silently)
answers the cock-a-doodle-doo
alas, its just the chimes of my phone - 
the last vestiges of my dreams melt
into the fresh fallen snow
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Poetry Tundra

midlife crisis

6youngsoldiers            sitting
eatingpandaexpress

mygodmygod                mygod
howyoungarethey
howoldihavebecome         sitting

eatingpandaexpress        w/
6youngsoldiers
mygodmygod                mygod

allthisat38?
(ichastisemyself)
illbeinsufferable/
                 inconsolable
                          at76
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Poetry Tundra

damn cold

zero means nothing
absolutely nothing
now, absolute zero,
that'd be something

"negative twenty"
i texted phil
"that's damn cold"
all he could say

"welcome to up north"
minnesota texted me
"that's damn cold"
all i could say
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Poetry Tundra

2 weeks of wisdom

i
 took
at   a look
  the frozen waters.

i 
 want 
     to
yes,   refresh;
    reset.

i do (not) want
               to bathe
                       in frozen
waters.
     (that is the foolishness of
                       a dreamer)
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Poetry Tundra

i have come to the tundra

i have come to the tundra
ignored the call of the desert
her siren song beckoned
[it may yet be answered]
                              (we shall see)

i have come to the tundra
ignored the call of roma's see
her invite stands, and i
shall seep forever
                              (by her side)

i have come to the tundra
to bathe in the frozen waters
to refresh; yes, reset -
i have come so that i may live