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CTA Sleeper Cars ~ Thursday, May 14, 2026

On the Hotel Red Line, nobody cares nobody gives a damn, choices once made that we try to make the grade, that we try however, how to help if no one shares each to their own, forget me not, a trace How am I to know why some choose to fade objects in mirror are closer, we cry to watch our pets suffer, but homeless sheep each to their own, values from outer space literal misfortune, the sleeper car Relax, the mayor of Chicago got this except they never have, they no go far decisions to neglect problems, we kiss Liquid sunshine dazzle, people too cheap in this world we live in, oh, what a mess nobody cares, move on, time to go home each to their own, work tomorrow, money nobody gives a damn, I sneeze, you bless only the entitled, privileged to live but rarely to offer pilgrims in Rome old clothes, a place to stay, milk and honey decisions made, how did they end up here yet, what does it matter, who will survive careless, without a thought, not for others as life, t...
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935 Pennsylvania Ave NW ~ Thursday, May 14, 2026

Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity When the Disorganization Bureau hides the keys to success inside a box everything becomes a calamity no one knows when time goes against the flow that the Director knows where the keys hide how to find this person, as a stone fox emulates just sitting without pity Diónysos in ecstasy reveals inside the box hides the keys, full of pride simplicity guides with razor in hand only what is necessary, remove rubbish as soon as possible, as sand grows in the hourglass, the time to prove anxiety shows as banana peels needlessly tossed on the ground, as to slip insanity into the fold of care zebras stop before the white line to cross ambition and hubris create the drip trust humanity knows nothing, to see inside parsimony, to face unfair organization tactics, meet the boss nobody knows this faceless figurehead Bureau directors come and go, a bee under the bonnet, an idea, to find rest in activity, at the limit each person knows the threshold...
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Spaghetti aglio, olio e peperoncino ~ Wednesday, May 13, 2026

You can get angry at the world but I observe the flow of water through floodgates unless you understand how the oceans create tsunamis, the circle of pi at the ring of fire, tectonic plates not only shift with undersea earthquakes given how karma and the emotions extricably tied in a knot, release terrible damage, channeled into lakes as energy pools inside the body no one foresees the lash that strikes the horse given the shadow of the whip, dowdy regal in mind, but frumpy and too coarse yes, the old-fashioned nag desires peace aspire to do better and yet fail to say an understatement, that is life that the world is incomprehensible how impossible to grasp as you flail effortlessly, until the finish line win or lose, someone must but not a knife offered to cut and yet incapable really, to slice through the trauma, the past lingering conditions set up the fine dimensions of space-time, of grated cheese but Pecorino Romano tastes sharp until it melts into pasta,...
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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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