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Stories always tell
of the one who wanders, then
returns home…like me.

Flat mapped names turn in-
to forested hills, roads wind
towards adventure.

Listserv fight breaks out.
Among civil people, the
retorts well-researched.

“Let’s go to the beach!”
One kid, online, shrugs as the
other keeps texting.

“In a typical week, only 6 percent of children ages nine to thirteen play outside on their own.”
from The Option of Urbanism: Investing in a New American Dream by Christopher B. Leinberger

All around it, the
town is dead. Pity the poor
taken investors.

An adult blankie.
To take one from its owner
will make grown men cry.

Haiku, like bonsai,
needs care and pruning. A mind
unfocused kills both.

Incrementally
I clean unearthing a clear
space on the table.

on another blog
gross comment deposited
like defecation

Now that the snow is
gone, her neglected garden
pokes up stalks of loss.

Wan, pale, red-eyed, she’s
the poster wife of Wynette’s
song, “Stand By Your Man.”

Alan Dershowitz
said about prostitution
the lie men believe.

posted to my Twitter account

I need sleep, but I * need to work but I need sleep * to work can’t think straight.

posted to my Twitter account

Project due and I * like the late adopter I * am, haven’t finished.

Heating system dust -
particles of previous
occupants’ lives, selves.

From an estate sale -
pendulum clock. Westminster
chimes now count my days.

In the skyscraper
canyons, light outlines moving
shapes sipping Starbucks.

I am the dull one, struck
mute by accomplishment
what I do, nothing.

Flushing Meadows Park
once a site of hope. There, a
globe pledged future peace.

On a cluttered Queens
balcony he stands, watching
the complex decay.

Just over five months
This one four hundred fifty
Art or wasted time?

Headgear gone wild I
tip my hat to idiots
who have flipped their lids.

Some people like to
cook. Then there’s me who dreads that
thing called dinner hour.

She PhotoShops her
self covered with blood spatters
loves puppies, is sweet.

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