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I died on the corner of Powell and 92nd.

Two men are talking on the sidewalk. They are speaking in a language that I don’t understand. They are different than me.

I stand beside them and everything is calm. The breeze blowing by reminds me that this place is strange, new. Traffic flows steadily on the street.

Suddenly I feel a chill. My nerves tingle and my bones ache. My knees are weak and they collapse downward. I lay on the ground and feel the cold of the cement. Then, a liquid warms my face, but my vision goes before I can determine its color. I wheeze out air and struggle to refill my lungs against the weight of my body. The air won’t come.

A woman screams. Why is she so upset? What happened to the calm? Someone is running! The sounds, they mesh and muddle into a melancholy metronome. Its vibrations provide the last music I hear. Good Lord! I’m freezing!


I’m a radio clown

On the air and at sea–

A lecherous leper

Who’s grasping at teeth.

I’m an integrity salesman

Who’s clipping his wings,

And we’re all just beggars

Wanting shiny things.

We’d talk of religion

If it made any sense,

Sell our souls if we had them

For liquor and rent.

Know it’s not God that binds us,

Rather sorrow and shame

And a love which we strive for

To better our names.

So put it behind you.

I’ll try to forget,

And deceive the spirits

That spin in our heads.

We’ll quell the anger

Together as one

And bury the bodies

Killed in view of the sun.

No more talk of religion,

Or souls of lost men.

We’ll reason the world

With glass beakers and gin.

No ethereal emperor,

Just flesh and bone,

And the craziest world

That we know as our home.

The View

Life falls quickly before slowing to a stop. It turns and flies on wings of hope. It rises high and will drop just as low. It is a series of hopes and dreams, excitement and disappointment, broken aspirations, only to return once more to hope. It will be perfect in love, and nothing again in heart-break. Accomplishment is followed on at times, yet regretted at other times. Moments can mean the difference between all things–between a broken heart and a mended one, between a fallen star and a rising one. To cherish every moment is wisdom and is pertinent to using each wisely. After all, life can only be lived one moment at a time–one moment always leading to hope.

Were I Dust

Light the candle as a vestige;

Practices of the past,

Then I’ll turn the water,

Turn the dial,

Pull the track.

Naked, the way I came, alone,

I’ll step into the tub,

Drops across my shoulders,

In my hair,

Off my thumbs.

The air growing humid and thick

Flows in my lungs ‘til full,

Covering the mirror,

White as fog,

Soft and dull.

The cold will press against me then

As I lay myself down,

Erasing memory,

Slowly fade,

Not a sound.

While lying there with beading drips

I’ll push it out from life;

The somber thoughts of pasts,

The ego,

Ev’ry strife.

And bit by bit she’ll take me down,

Like seas upon the sands,

I will be eroded,

Gone away,

Just as planned.

And Now, a Poem


An Eloquent Distraction

Are you out there,

Beyond the mist and the fog,

Beyond the clutter and the noise,

Beyond the grind and the habit and obigations?

Were it empty,

Would I see you or hear you?

Would I know you or feel you then?

Would I touch you or listen to your supplications?


Our home is tainted and worn,

Causing blindness in brightest day,

Impeding sight with menial intricacies.