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The Difference in Repetition ~ Tuesday, May 12, 2026

To beat the well-trodden path unlike Frost over and over until we both meet beat my feet into the ground to spring each time over and over again, lost amongst humanity, I fall and bleed to heal the body, white frost must I greet thoughtfully as if on a case to bring humanity back from the edge of death exactly why, I do not care, to feed well-cared for cats as familiar as grass each time that I walk barefoot through the park leave me to hate poetry as I pass lifetime after lifetime, as on a lark tragic to look back, relax, take a breath record the pedestrian world, a curse observed through the karma of my past lives deny myself the joy others enjoy deny myself the fruits of writing verse each time, my labor lost to dissipate nothing gained, at what cost, the sharpest knives portray this life and world as dull, oh boy as if I could care more, I could care less thoughtlessly, I seek to reciprocate how much pain and trauma my mind perceives unlike Bob, the trickste...
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Homeless Hotel ~ Monday, May 11, 2026

For the love of strange Papa Kitty Forget that he is riding the Red Line or that he is running late for work, now really none of this means anything much thoughtful or thoughtless, everything is fine he is in pain from falling while running each day is misery, a sacred cow love is a blessing, or a curse, as such only everything hurts, slow healing scrapes virtually forgotten, always gunning each day, just to get by, until he dies of course, his cats make him happy, or sad for such is this world, full of hungry cries supper on the way, try not to get mad take a moment to breathe, enjoy some crêpes right from the pan, with raspberries and cream angelheaded hipsters dance as wolves howl never mind the commute, wholly mundane given the layers to peel, why not scream evidently, she appears too pretty Papa Kitty rarely ever to scowl at this beautiful world, but how inane perhaps, her selective hearing pretends asinine, a ridiculous donkey Kiss the kitties when he get...
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Love is just another four-letter word ~ Sunday, May 10, 2026

Love as a concept or an emotion only arrives when I least expect care volatile sensations passions arouse enchantment and then years of devotion absent of sentiment, while decades pass solitude, in any fashion, to share as loneliness and longing builds, to browse creative writing off-site getaways only who wants to work with Robert Hass now, he signed a book of poetry co-signed by Czesław Miłosz, the author except, I will never give it a try poetry as a profession, offer theater majors a desk job, who says organized crime does not pay, to sell books really, an absurd joke, here, please, read this avenues of deceit, Provinces sold not as well as The Separate Notebooks exactly when I fell in love with words maybe more-so-than women that I kiss only to appear young, virile, and bold time proves otherwise as such is the case if the world is all that there is, the birds only heard before dawn, as I walk home no longer in Hyde Park, a memory only if proximity, Burni...
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Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea ~ Thursday, May 7, 2026

I was born in Bombay, it means nothing well, next to nothing, except to millions and millions of other people, back then still trying to thrive, eke out a living but I have never been to India or, should I say, been back, but for squillions return, I must, to breathe foul air again no, such hyperbole, taken for truth indeed, I do not care, for Lydia now knows how sinister the bourgeoisie Bourbon neat, no ICE, please, not on the rocks or, as a deportee, or retiree maybe I can swim there, right off the docks brilliant idea, no, maybe, in my youth ah, double entendre, from Chicago yes, no problem, Leander, long ago if Salman Rushdie asked me to return then, to Midnight's Children , the Stonewall Inn maybe, Greenwich Village, Christopher Street even if I am not gay, will I burn angels dance, how many, a good question no, fruitless, except for living in sin sick, hateful, Catholic priests, walk the beat nonsense, no queer priests, forgive Father Gus ordinary pe...
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Tu es le soleil pour moi, comme un ange ~ Thursday, May 7, 2026

The funny thing is not funny at all This happens, exactly like this, by chance how we meet, at a party, on the train et cetera, our eyes meet, we connect funny thing, we know, eyes meet, at a glance understanding what is to come, unknown now, missed opportunities come again never the same, is this difference suspect yet, we long to repeat the game as fun though, excitement is addictive, wind blown hair looks better in the moment, how cool incredible to see, at the Red Line nobody can say, I am not a fool given my background, alcoholic, fine if I am not perfect, so be it, son sweet to hear from you again, my dear friend now, how the phenomenal world is strange only, I pretend not to understand to admit, I am the devil, please send flowers, for I feel grave, these words you save until they dry, upside-down, out of range not simply out of sight, thus, out of hand not simply out of mind but like a bird yes, how far you have come to see my grave angels surround their...
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Gaṇeśa ~ Tuesday, May 5, 2026

Conquer obstacles to achieve success Conqueror of darkness, of emptiness obstacles removed, hurdles overcome nervous to succeed, to accept failure question the meaning of life, penniless understanding that the love of wisdom emulates poverty, life in a slum rage against poetry as sinecure oblique references as strategies behold the failures of the caste system symbolic patronage offers a gift tasteless as the privilege of rich people away with the entitled few, this rift conquered by mediocrity, sheeple left without friends, alone, casualties embark on adventure with bold conker shatter the hopes of all around to win travel with the conqueror of forty orbits swirl, the Philistines to ponder asinine donkey ears hear what they fear chonky cat, full of treats, the eye is thin how to pass through the mind of a shorty insolent to others but to the tribe exact and cool as Kind of Blue, endear variants of the lie as to explain ego as bruised, existence as short-lived...
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Petit oiseau ~ Monday, May 4, 2026

When Little Bird wakes the fuck up how are you going to explain even to save your sorry skin now what to do, drink from the cup Little Bird is all grown up now if you act like a total pain to skate then where the ice is thin to treat badly, what memories lick salt, eat grass, better a cow endlessly remove obstacles Brilliant! Wake up or Little Bird is full of intentions, hackles raised, aroused by scent, in a word deign to say, what accessories wake up, wake up, where to begin as you well know, before the end kindness like a kick in the head endgame to come, first to open so sorry, if you cannot choose the fuck you know how to defend homeless, helpless, hopeless, in bed extended on seats on the train forgotten by the world, you lose understanding, nothing makes sense call out to Little Bird, you dare kiss the air, cheek to cheek, defense understood, your body, to care pray tell, your life thrown down the drain
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