alternative solution

after failed attempts
to address symptoms

I’ve concluded that
the root cause of
this gnawing pain

is the entire
environment

it’s not feasible
to change the garden

so I will move
the wilting flower

~~~

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white flags all over

sometimes I wonder
if taking over my thoughts
gives you great pleasure

~~~

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fast vehicles only

a roomful of shortcuts in a cloak
masquerading as innovation
in the name of convenience
and progress

never ever confess
as a stickler for the rules—
they’ll dub thee fixated
on straight lines
while they zigzag
cut, bulldoze and take

too bad
you’re not fast enough

~~~

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x days to demolition

it used to be a place of worship
‘til they shut it down
bones, though still standing,
crack under the weight
of invisible demands

revelers still throng
from away
mousing among remnants
foreign concepts in tow
much to the dismay of shadows
wishing to be left alone

~~~

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out of boys’ club

they speak in a language
I don’t understand
despite learning it for decades

somehow its foundation
is a pocketful
of precious gold coins

I have no drive
nor stones
to purchase them

I will never be
one of the boys—

I’m cool with that

~~~

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dreamyopia

hindsight is always
twenty/twenty
a dream could be
too far away
they lose sight of it
on the way there

if they could choose,
from where they stand
would they stay on course
pick a different ending
or double-back and start
a new beginning

~~~

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there goes my effort to ditch days

ever since nights found a name
I forgot about other stars
in the horizon

I’m still not friends with days
mindlessly going through them
just because

then the letter arrives to tell me
I can’t pick and choose
apparently these things come in two’s

~~~

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man-made water feature

big wheel
pumps sea water
pours onto tiny patch of land

cleanses gold coins
shines glass windows
leaves souls stranded
in mud

~~~

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