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cuckookus

death is a change of

plan. many cancellations;

odd celebrations.

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a pebble under

a worn-thin sole creates a

change in perception.

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change in a tree

seems to recycle, and yet

the tree adds a ring.

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shifting gears does not

need clutch choreography

any more. sad? good?

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a handful of change

becomes increasingly strange

when we’re penniless.

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fifth third field is the

home of the mudhens.

bank one ballpark? changed.

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death is a change of

venue. fare well, wendell b,

wherever you are.

need an appointment?

new in town? just do a search

and easy peasy.

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toledo oh aitch:

promedica or mercy health.

flip a coin here, friend.

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you say “have mercy.”

there is an office nearby.

you call the number.

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a nice lady spoon-feeds

you through the questionnaire and

hey presto and done…

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d.o. pcp,

appointment in a week,

link in your e-mail.

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it took just ten minutes.

a week early but you feel

better already.

february first/on the winter scene burst/some are blest some curst

groundhogs tomorrow/are imbued with magical/prognostication

friday the 13th/february means friday/the 13th in march

other months making fun/of februaries call them/”shortie” “lil febbie”

an early sundown/a protracted sense of doom/to steal a soul’s heat

when a dog shivers/huddling in a bitter wind/your home is her home

holiday lights twink/and hot cider makes you think/cheer is a good brink

footprints in the snow/so you look up and fog breath/shows some exertion

electric blankets/make you feel like toasted bread/better turn it down

somehow meteors/despite incineration/look frightfully cold

you are a furnace/and it is your duty now/to provide your warmth

somehow Dorothy/became Aunt Dodo. i tell/you, it was aukward.

a hummingbird worked/as a dental hygienist/known as Numbing Bird.

blue-footed boobies/in throes of erotic love/act like the Rockettes.

the hood of my car/was sarcastically bombed/with two Mockingturds.

when the Pigeon/indignantly walked by it/flipped me a Human.

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Fun fact: My mother really had an Aunt Dodo. I do not know if her real name was Dorothy.

truestoryku

dined last friday with

seven poetic women–

Paradise enow!

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diveku

desperate fellow

sleeps close to the front entrance–

my kind of Bar, eh?

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hardballku

the stitching suggests

blunt force trauma and assault

taken for the Team

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cupku

first i fill the cup

then the cup i made fills me

we are all Vessels

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cream of consciousness

some call it hyperfocus

sight insight super sight

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dream of consciousness

it is elusively lucid

wake up then Wake Up

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scream of consciousness

I CANNOT BELIEVE

MY COUNTRY–nOT HERE not NOW

THE MADNESS NEVER en