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This Is a Career, Son

Mister Jones,

is he in the room,

under woods,

on the line?

No, he’s killing me, boarding

my soul with cheap fire.

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Etude 2017-11 — I’m Looking for the Monster, but He Hides So Well

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Etude 2017-10 — The Suffering Was Real but We’re Here

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Etude 2017-9 — What the Dog Thought He Ate for Dinner

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On Tuesday, Meditation Did Big Things to Me

Some days, I’m

healed, craving deep,

frozen time,

holding this

now, wishing for old friends, but

they’re gone, so I sit.

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By Myself, I Can’t Get Back Up Again

I fall in

roadside ditches, mud

splashes my

face, smothers

my blown hopes, but some grant me

grace, allow me life.

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Etude 2017-8 — Quiet Dance with a Madman

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One Day, In My Cage, I Ceased Fighting

This is a soundscape but with dramatic shape. This kind of post-modernism is not agreeable to most people, but it’s where I am right now — I feel so comfortable mired in the muck.

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When the Space Is Crashing In On Me

I’ve lost all

battles, drying out

in fierce winds,

waiting for a permanent history

where I fall no more

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Very Short Etude 2017-1 — One Day I lost My Skin

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