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Daylight Savings Time

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I wake up
to find
that time
has taken
yet another hour
and flushed it down
the toilet bowl
of my soiled mind.

They call it
Daylight Savings Time.

But I wonder
if I
could take back
that erased hour
and place it in my pocket,
with all the other shit
I’ve saved — little secrets
I’m unwilling to admit.

Could they work together
to create, a fiction
to explain
your love, my love, our love(s) erased,
replaced in picture frame.
And throw them up, unrecognized
into the evening sky.

Where there is loss, there too is light
like Daylight Savings Time.

you need you

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Nobody
needs you
as much as
you need you.
It’s
taken me
a long while
to figure
this one out.
My friend,
I can not help
you any more
other than to say,
get out
from under
that rock,
and trust yourself again.

blister in the sun

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My eyes burn from
staring at screens all day.

What I would give
to blister in the sun,

with you, once more
14,000 feet high

above where passenger are allowed to turn back on their devices

above where planes fly.
We were swallowed by the sun

14,000 feet high, no reason
to be anything more than together,

maybe you can help me finish this one
with heads in the cloud, maybe it’s time.

this peace I have written

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I can’t wait
to edit
this peace
I have written
with faith
that I’ll right
you somewhere
in between,
where my poetry
and prose
never quite could
be as honest
as our fiction,
as honest
as our dreams.

There is so much greatness to be had.

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There is so much
greatness to be had.
When did you forget that?
My son, if I told you this
would you listen?
I think not, because I didn’t.
So I will wait for you
to figure it out
the only way you know how.
And it’s there
that you will remember
what life was like
before you chose to walk away.

Yourself and the universe.

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The futility
of any situation
is more likely
your subconscious
projection
of another’s inability
to see what you see
and your own, very human
infatuation
with yourself
and the universe.

STOP!

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Note to self:

Do yourself a favor,

and surprise them once in a while.

Do something you always said you’d do,

and you just might end up surprising yourself.

STOP!

yes you can —

Waste your time

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Note to self.

find what you love to do
then waste your time
doing it

That is all.

Sun and Moon

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The sun will be up soon.

And I with it.

Tired, I will get through the day.

One step closer to you.

I wonder if the Sun

is ever jealous of the Moon?

You were the Royal Flush

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It’s hard
to be lost
in the shuffle
when you were never
even in the shuffle
to begin with,
like two jokers
in a deck of cards
we were made
for one another.

Can’t you see?
Or am I just
dying to be an Ace!
At least then
I’d have your attention
instead of picking hearts
like I’m a sure straight,
when we both know
you were the Royal Flush
who called my bluff.

You were the Royal Flush
that beat me at my own game.