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America, the Beautiful
these lights in the sky aren't stars but airplanes,
                         there isn't fog but smog dirtying the window panes.

power lines across the sky divide the atmosphere
like a musical staff, little birds the notation
                          of the aeolian harp;
                                   empty beer
bottles pepper the parking lot
of a Democratic nation.

useless advice
 Amorphous sound, a cacophony of pitch; articulation absent
 —unformed by the mouth, meaningless noises.
  
 Thought: unspoken unheard, unannounced, but understood. Constitution of
 alphabet, utterance, and thought: language.
  
 Mnemosyne, the mother of the Monologue: phenomenon the result
 of polyphonic consciousness and play.
  
 Misinterpreted, misunderstood, misused, mistook—fueling a
 vernacular fistfight, fire of vice.
  
 Sensual sentimentality: lip service—do we prefer silence?
 Palpable emotion in tiny, tortured
             words. 

a series of haikus: composed december 2018  
 A paper thin blade,
 paper thin cuts on paper thin
 flesh of the forearm.
  
 A methodical
 release of pain, exhale and
 slide down to the floor;
  
 incisions tally
 each day: my resilience
 wearing paper thin.
  
 The marks are chains: give
 me freedom, and I will long
 for the bloody chains.
  
 Paper thin marks—hell!
 “Just a paper cut,” I say.
 They bind me to breath.