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Astonished

The sky is hiding from the evil sun. You conjure Steinbeck's slow turtle In the rippling mirage. You're pouring gasoline Into the engine Which will never run. The turtle now could race you, Beat you, Leave you far behind, Astonished, Showering in searing sand. You see yourself Adrift from shore And frantic, Interweaving arms and legs To keep your face above the surface. Cut the cords around the gold Before it pulls you to the ocean floor. - 10/26/26

News of the World

Saturday. Another glacier is melting, Sliding, Sending waves above our heads. We have a president who only Gets his angry chubby fist Caught fast inside the cookie jar. They're burning Europe once again. The richest man in the world's Investing, building for the future, Sending all the blacks he hates Across the stars for good. Our favorite celebrities are dead Mere days before a hundred. I sip my coffee I have quit my Netflix to afford. I'm wondering If I'm the reason You sashayed up to the table In the cafeteria On Tuesday. - 10/23/26

Drought

Despite the year-long drought, A tile tumbled off the sky, The only sign A day or two. I'm starting to suspect Something happened, Weekend absence brought  Unexpected gains. She is touching Skin on skin More often, Daily, And when I linger After every bell goes off, She still remains. The clouds are grey And nearly spilling over. - 10/22/26

Wednesday, Noon

The morning poured out simple, Lukewarm water, Milk so white It hazes blue. Traffic growls and foams, An early warning. The vulgar angry sun Now arrogantly blasts away All shade, The very baby sky. The cubicle proves acid, Firehose, Unsheltered bombing run. Her smile's lemonade. - 10/21/26

We Knew

The time, IV Bag drained. We knew This hid Behind The wall. We shut Our eyes. We dodged The fear, Refused, And still It a- Ppeared. - 10/20/26

Whenever

Whenever she laughs, I feel far taller than I am. She shifts her pencil skirt A bit right While tensely she locks in Sightlines. I never show my teeth When smiling. They're only for defense. I don't recall my shirt So tight this morning. - 10/19/26

Not Just

You see it rise again. No widow's peak Or empty mirrors. Still, not just a presence. The cemetery chill. The humidity a back of black cat fur Rubbing naked skin. Your purple blood. The night is not a cover. It's a cape, And you are not the one protected Or concealed. The day is years away, The time is broken in the hungry dark. - 10/16/26