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How quickly
the seasons
change
WASN’T IT ONLY YESTERDAY
07 Saturday Dec 2013
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Black Friday
29 Friday Nov 2013
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theres a bird
in the walmart subway.
it keeps trying
to eat peoples
food and running
into the glass
trying
to get out.
Happy Thanksgiving y’all!
28 Thursday Nov 2013
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laying on my old bed with sister
if you stare at the vaulted ceiling
in this room it makes it seem
like it’s getting taller
and you are shrinking.
I don’t see it.
well sometimes it takes a while…
Bless our hearts to hear
27 Wednesday Nov 2013
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Bless our hearts to hear
in the breaking
of the bread the song
of the universe!
Restful
23 Saturday Nov 2013
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My daughter is singing
in the bathroom
while she is cleaning,
she was singing in the kitchen
while she cleaned there.
The boy is singing
along to Christmas songs.
I really needed a restful
Saturday.
Locked, Wrapped
22 Friday Nov 2013
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Mina wrapped herself in a pink blanket
and told us she’s a princess.
locked in her tower,
she locked me outside
while I was unloading the car,
then stood in the window
and stared at me.
Mina wrapped herself
in a pink blanket and told us
she’s a princess.
Ironic
21 Thursday Nov 2013
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My mind says “haiku”
And then it gives me nothing
But really, something
copyright 2013, Kenneth Kauffman. That will probably accomplish nothing.
Wisdom
20 Wednesday Nov 2013
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Those of you who talk to me often know
that I’m awaiting a rebirth of some sort
teeth will be torn out of my head and with it
some sort of right of passage/vision quest/
tearing of hooks from the back
as adolescents try to pull heavy boulders in vain
If you see me, please stop me.
60 days.
I hope to be reborn.
Chill
19 Tuesday Nov 2013
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this
morning with the fog
hanging
close to the ground.
Windows wide open
the crisp air
I Touched Your Breath With My Lips
11 Monday Nov 2013
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I touched your breath with my lips,
a closeness; sincere. The exhale
brushed my hair and I laid there,
groomed by your presence. Yet
your scent was a grimoire,
a book of spells, chanting me
to wither. I touched your breath
with my lips; waiting.
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