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communication poem

a book told me that passive communicators will fuck it all right up
and i, the passive communicator, in trying to be more direct
still manage to fuck it all right up
my passivity has failed me
my attempts at directivity have failed me
i, the passively direct failure, i am
so am i
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What are these spaces that have crept

in between my furniture since the day

I tore down my curtains and blinds and 

cleaned the window I had never really 

considered as being important. 

I took me 3 years to hang something on 

my wall. and I immediately took in down 

in fear of blaspheming against that window. 








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Afaq

I read a poem
It said
"Look to the trees
How they shed their leaves —
You are still alive."
And I didn't know how to
To respond
Because it's true
And it's annoying.
This shedding is taking
A long-ass time.

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WHIDBEY

From the sauna while the war planes
practice twirls over the Salish Sea
can’t tell sweat from 
ordinary condensation
what is coming out from within me 
versus what was already there
overheating  on purpose
I’d like to feel the feeling of 
there being no difference 
the war planes slice the night
the moon hums forgiveness
jets=jobs, my moon is mine
my mom is alive, this island 
only plays flower-power fm
was that revolution or
were you just having fun
my brother snort sobbed 
into the carpet, my blood 
is fickle but not giving up
I found a chip of driftwood today
a perfect flag, a stamp
I have an emblem now
a brand to press into 
this warming flesh 
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209 (Emmanuels)

billy johnson shuffled up and down 209sweeping out front of the gas stationbringing shopping carts from the parking lot to the grocery storeinformal agreements bartering service for foodsmall towns are funnyup close and keep an arm's distancethe rumors werehis mom had a house he could've lived in but he preferred to live in a hut in the woods insteadhis parents divorced when he was young and he took them hostage for a day or he lived in the ceiling of the school auditorium for almost a yeari saw him hitchhiking once years later the school newspaper saidstanding on 209 near kingstonheaded back to stone ridgei pulled over to pick him upmy heart was racingi was yearning for a connectiona breaking of the inevitable barrier that seemed to divide him from the rest of ushe slept in a hole under five blanketsunder a lean-to built by the husband of a woman working at the grocery storetoday i saw a man pooping in the open air of tompkinswhere can you look?when will the reckoning be?the land un-grabbed?i know the wall is tenuousor that we're closer than we know
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Jesu Problem

We got put in our places,
put out of pockets,
for this?
An embarrassment?
Must we suffer,
bash in our beaks
on the frozen foil
until the cream top.

I love my greed!
Trinity was an abstraction
in my theocracy,
lip service for Sunday school.
It wasn't community,
so I want it all and now!

And you?
Couldn't give more than
until May or not at all?
Can't you see the year?
It's only just started.
All the shame,
Christ it's a shame.

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i forgot what i was going to say

i

forgot

what
i

was

going

to

say.
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