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’07 eve

each soul snapped in two,
awaits the next year, its
fortune to renew.

solidarity

actions I take on
behalf of humanity
are also for me.

on the need for maintenance

I was thinking my
fingernails are about right,
but that won’t last long.

fool

you told me not to,
but you know I can’t help it;
guess I have to fall.

sooner or later

one must accept the
inevitability
of the broken heart.

t.o., pt. 2

the perfect gift was
seeing t.o. sink closer
to irrelevance.

to the world

the star shines above
while gifts lay below; may your
peace be evergreen.

amazonian delays

pre-Christmas visions:
sugar plums dance with gifts that
have yet to arrive.

accustomed

ain’t afraid of hurt;
I’ve had so much it seems like
normal to me now.

insult

why is it you feel
jilted when you’re the one who’s
done the rejecting?

scar

the scowl you wear is
destined to cement itself
on your countenance.

solstice, anticipated

can it really be
that winter is still two days
off in the distance?

santa, outsourced

conveyors rolling,
packages moving in mass;
my, how sleighs have changed!

empathy

most people know what
it’s like to be forgotten,
yet many forget.

aspirational

I’ve no ambitions,
but ask me about my dreams;
for I have many.

unintended

you didn’t mean to
embarrass me, but still I’m
humiliated.

vague gestures

bare branches swaying;
is it hello they’re waving,
or a plea for help?

star

among the tears we’ll
find a smile, recalling
you were in our sky.

shelf life

vast empires fell
prone to ignorance and pride,
but we are exempt.

to fail spectacularly

what a way to fall,
when you take aim at the stars
and miss completely

last straw

justifiably
upset, she stormed out the door,
never to return.

Pearl

65 years on,
how it hates to be compared
with new battle cries.

denim

they see you as blue,
which oversimplifies the
fibers you comprise.

(close up)

in tongues

the morning whispers,
a subtle message prone to
interpretation.

precursor

the December chill
has finally arrived, just
in time for winter.

analog

what I like of you
is the uniform rhythm
of your slender hand.

nosedive

atmospheric plunge;
forty degrees in just twelve
short hours – so cold.

who would listen anyway?

running out of things
to complain about is an
odd complaint to have.

tremors

shuddered with a kiss
from inexplicable lips;
I have lived for this.

lost bearings

is it over yet,
or has it just begun? -such
is the fog of work