Category: Poems

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Valentine’s Triolet

Why is this day unlike all the others? Wingless romantics pierce hearts, like Cupid, Who’d make love all year, if he had his druthers. Why is this day unlike all the others? We pair like doves, no need for another’s. Together we’re giddy, deliciously stupid. Why is this day unlike all the others? Wingless romantics,...

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Advice to Self and Poets in General

When confronted with the immensity of the ocean crashing against La Jolla cliffs craggy like Ireland and the island of Islay refrain from attempting to describe the waves and sky and gulls and wind and salty spray as a poet might using nouns as verbs “the sea lips the shore” “the pelicans wing the coastline”...

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Report from the Street (Complete)

The Homeless Metaphor If we’re speaking practically, solving problems then yes, go ahead, you can identify and analyze all the reasons why 40,000 human beings are living on the streets of Los Angeles Mental illness Domestic violence Bad choices over and over Me? Mental illness, for sure I had the crazy idea I was going...

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Report from the Street: Mental Illness

Your appetites are aroused again and again. Your passions, your appetites are fed and aroused and fed again. Until you no longer distinguish punishment from pleasure. That is what the Queen wants! You’re taught to worship power. You’re an obedient slave. You understand power. You once had some. And now you serve. You’re a slave...

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Report from the Street: List of Grievances

Actually, no, I would not like to list my grievances as you say. My grievances. No I would not. Please don’t misunderstand. I’m glad the Sociology Department is sponsoring your outreach. Your reaching out. Talking to us. Thank you. Arigato. Yes. Yes. I speak 14 languages, including Tagalog, Malay, Vietnamese and a dialect of Martian....

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Report from the Street: People Watcher

People watching. Observing people. That’s what I’m best at. People watching. The endless parade. Colors and curves. Mesmerizing how they slither by. From where I lie, like my man Buddha, propped on an elbow, in transit to Nirvana mostly ignored, almost invisible, accepting it all, receiving your energy messages – from my disadvantageous vantage there...