Author: cfblack
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She
poem for a friend ======================== She is a lucid dreamer small and lithe as the cat asleep on her bed She is an awakening dancer She runs until She hurts She has been broken and will break again She is a healer looking for a healer She is fiercely courageous fiercely loyal and fiercely afraid…
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sleeping in a strange bed
Sleeping in a strange bed your back talked to you all night You got up early tried to decide if you wanted coffee Outside it’s 30 degrees you tell yourself today should be canceled until tomorrow 11-10-19
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‘Grade School Pedagogy’ or ‘Early childhood development’
Days in the sun running through fields Pillow case butterfly net on a bent wire hanger nailed and tied to a stick Alcohol swab in a jar watch them twitch and die Stick with pin while body is soft and label for a grade 11-7-19
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‘Social conditioning’ or ‘If Pavlov’s dog cleaned his own doggie dish’
My dishes drip dry – Don’t yours? Do you sometimes see a towel Hanging on the refrigerator door And Mom echoes in your amygdala The dishes aren’t done until They’re dried and put away But you resist the urge to dry your dish And scream in your head – Oh hell no I am the…
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Morning commute
Before the sensible rise you rise Sit on the edge of your bed listen to her breathe Ponder years of falling unconscious beside one another One eye on your sideview mirror you pull forward into traffic Warning: Objects in mirror are closer than they appear 11-6-19
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A Sunny Day Recipe for Smiling
If you need only one quarter for a parking meter use six it will make someone smile when you leave 11-6-19
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Three Haiku Wrapped in Medusa’s Curls
imagine a she walking alone cool of moon narcissistic he imagine a she her beauty accepts no guilt avenges Medusa imagine a she who walks alone brunet night the fear of rape dead 11-5-19
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Sycamore ants
In our back yard at the base of a sycamore tree lived brown ants – I would feed them cake crumbs and cinnamon sugar toast on sunny summer afternoons Watch them swarm and carry it away dry days, I would sprinkle water on the ground evenings, I watched them crawl up the bark higher than…
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East to West
yellow light on hillside coming through the trees …..promise of dawn yellow light on hillside coming through the trees ….. raging midnight fire 11-3-19
