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Birthday Blues

A quarter century ago
I came to this world
Crying and kicking
Maybe it was wisdom
Maybe it was warning
That with every anniversary
The World will love you
A little less
That with every year gone
Life will slip away
A little more
But still, it is a milestone
And I mark mine
With my words.

Lone Wolves

Man is no social animal.

It is a myth perpetuated 

By the weak among Men.

Man was made to be lonely.

Alone in wombs and graves;

And the most solitary 

In the years between.

Society is a farce.

Like the shadow that

Surfaces only when everything’s 

Bright and sunny.

We are all lone wolves.

Truly alone, and 

Infinitely vulnerable.


What good is an open book?

The cat out of the bag?

The un-clenched fist;

The revealed secret…

Divulged, truth dies

A hasty death…

Often with no meaning

And always without love.


Each day was begun with a death
Of flimsy paper,
Ripped violently from
A kitschy calendar

The hours tumbled down
An unforgiving clock
The hands shoved and heaped
The minutes away
And another day ended

Everything in the world
A phoenix of no magic
Everything died unto itself
And was born unto itself
There is no myth
For we empty it out


There is little that survives Time
Long enough to see another day
But with the World so full
The little multiply into fake multitudes
And we believe the order’s never been disturbed

Maybe this was the order- that
Those that die, should die unnoticed
And those that get born
Should never know when to exit with grace
It’s a delusional Time
A morbid World

The cliff

I still walk alone
But now there’s a shadow
Beside mine
I think it’s you, but
There’s no need to
Turn around

I’ve reached a cliff
With a final decision
To make:
To take a step forward
And feel the air
Compress my existence

To sit down at
The very edge and see
The world for both
Of us;
Live my life knowing
Your shadow
Is a delusional burden
I carry willingly

Seven lives

I promised to pay all my dues

In my seventh life

And now that I am living

A seventh time,

I find my head empty of

A past promise


Each dawn brings a new day;

A free gift of misery

Sent with a celestial receipt

That I must sign

In my ancestral blood


My bloodied signature fades

As I move my hand

Nobody has to know, says the Sun

My woe messenger

Whose rays penetrate everything


This way I bid farewell

To my six other pasts

But I had not a clue

And stood fearing the dawn

Even on the day I died

One last time