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Well I think that I just fell in love

I’m as sure as the stars up above

It happened here in Sedona

I watch the red rocks and the sun

Paints your skin oh Olive I love

Your warm bright eyes Hallelujah

I think the sun and the moon have aligned

And in a total eclipse we do shine

And when you call me yours I believe you

Now this is true love to complete you

Well I think that I just fell in love

It happened again in Cassadaga

We heard the tires scream help me my god

Then you held his hand call 911

And like an angel you gave him your love

I watched you calm his breath Hallelujah

I think the sun and the moon have aligned

And in a total eclipse we do shine

And when you call me yours I believe you

Now this is true love to complete you

Acting like you don’t know is an art in itself

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It’s hard

To see

Out this pit

Of despair

When you’re down

On your knees

In the cold

Summer air

And it’s hard

To conceive

Memories

When you care

Looking for

What you lost

In a house

Built of mirrors

And it’s hard

When you know

All of this

Is a joke

Convinced

Or exposed

Either way

There’s a host

To obey

Or believe

In what you

See in me

That’s alright

It’s ok

Sip your honey

and tea

I just thought

You should know

I don’t know—

Yeah I know

Tchotchke

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You read my sadness

Word for word

Like I’m a novelty

Then put me down

Back in my place

Some oldtime tchotchke—

And I wonder how it feels,

Window shopping too?—

From the corner of my gladness

To the outskirts of your sadness

Where nothing is for certain

And no one is to blame

Except we don’t glimmer anymore

Or sparkle like we used to—

Ornamental at our best

Tokens from another life

Flirting with Death

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It’s much easier to lie

in the afternoon light,

steady’s the humming

bird that takes flight.

Oh whispering wind

forgive me tonight,

how flirting with death

has been a delight.

Broken Hearts

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One day

When ready

I’ll tell you a story.

A story of a boy

Who never stopped running.

I’m just not ready

To break your heart.

Our Gestation Period

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When I found her like

a set of lost keys,

it was a mystery even to her

where she’d been hiding

or who left her there—but

I knew that look, as I’d worn once—

and it wasn’t me anymore.

So I let her sleep.

And I let her eat.

Then after her strength regained,

I walked her to the wood,

and watched her twirl with the wind—

of all that remained,

and all she’d forgotten—

like a dizzy spell I’d soon be too.

Eyes glazed open

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Then you wake up

Eyes glazed open

Sleeping by her side

And again, you realize

What’s most important

Now more than ever

And without a doubt

Like the sun, you rise

A story

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There’s always a story to tell.

Always,

A story…

To tell—

Alone, together

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Where are we

but forever

Alone, together

in the cosmos

of our love.

Austin’s Iced, 2020

Regardless of the election.

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There’s a sewer pipe

in the dark, by the L.A. river

like a grave in the ground

where people sleep

by the highway, by the neighborhood

where pumpkins soon

will be replaced by

feasts of Turkey, stuffing, corn

and carefully locked doors,

then to be replaced by balsams and fern

white lights and tender eyes

of Christmas morning,

regardless of the hole by the L.A. river

where people sleep

live, and love—and pray, regardless

of the election, regardless

of the president

I still weep.

Do you?

LA River. Nov 7, 2020