Where stands the pole-as-banner,
Tall and singular, bridge over bubble,
Ego-birthed demarcation, bare
As it bears the bait of destiny?

There, behind wax, behind murmurs,
Behind shards of breath and rubble,
It hides from proof but requires no light;
A shift or stroke grants its dignity.

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Far corner of stone, as hard as a cyst
A hand held open curled into a fist
Parties still gather to plead to the son
Who carries his father down the mountain
With distance some laugh, but I'm willing to bet
That laugh thins with trouble the closer you get
To no man's land and its cold facades,
Hollow houses and dwindling odds

Twitter kills paragraphs
Now I only write epitaphs
Because the word, word, word
Well, the word is a bird

I've no desire to repeat myself, but
I have to get back in the groove of my rut

Same now as then
Lame bow, passed yen

A dap ta tion

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Oxygen, air, breathe
Oxygen, water, breathe
Oxygen, earth, nourish
Oxygen, fire, fuel

Gravity, eye, glare
Gravity, voice, sigh
Gravity, arms, tire
Gravity, skin, sag

Piano, tongue, soft
Piano, soul, cry
Piano, mind, piece
Piano, heart, peace

The best laughter? Defiant,
Sweetest when shared.
If defiance is hopeful,
The kind teeth are bared.

Against the wall, a shriveled tree
Webbed in steel, it stares at me
No eyes; a wild, silent life
No cries; forgotten pocketknife

I wonder what the dying man was thinking,
If anybody notices he's gone
What sunder, if the policemen were winking
To toast a broken contemplation

If mine was his final face to ponder,
To trace then till and plant upon his own,
I hope my frontage fallowed clay of candor
To carve a candled countenance of stone