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My mind is not
Prepared to speak
It is too hot
I am too weak
But somehow I
Must still expound
The reason why
I flit around
And do not stay
Where I might be
Cooler all day
In the A/C
I must return
To her. I burn.

Flight

Were there a thousand places
I could depart to, I
Might find myself in stasis
Until I thought of why:
Why do I ever travel
What is the point of going?
Will some new plan unravel?
Are there new seeds I'm sowing?
In this case I am certain
I know just where to go;
Shall I part the curtain
And tell you what I know?
This blessing I'll discover:
I go to see my lover.

Burning Chrome

Why is the day so hot? Why is the night
A burning blister of eternal pain?
The ancient adage that heat comes from light
Is mocked, and nature cuts against the grain
To make the body hate what nutures it:
The sun and all the moisture in the air,
Which bleed into the skin. The sky, unlit,
Continues pumping warmth from everywhere
And all is desolate save for the mug
Which clams along the surface of all things
Oozing like the wetly plodding slug
Whose liquid, when it coats the eagle's wings,
Forbids his flight. Yet in all this I find
Your absence drives the weather from my mind.

Past the Infinite

There is a certain satisfaction
In how the mind comes to conclude
Upon a certain course of action
Or on an explanation. Rude
Intemperate and uncouth men
Will leap to unconsidered ends
But those who think before they pen
Can feel the pleasure logic sends
Into the soul when it's employed
And come to understand the way
The mind can be selfoverjoyed
By herding thoughts that went astray.
Yet thinking thus may make us proud
And so I do not think aloud.

Reflections

The patience that she shows me every day
Is worth more than a thousand lesser things
And more than I can hope I can repay;
More than a decorated rap star's blings,
More than a diamond field untapped and full,
More than a field untilled and rich and dark,
More than a herd of pure Merino wool,
More than the animals on Noah's ark.
No, all that I can do for thanks is to
By slow degrees attempt to mirror her
To do the things she wishes me to do
And to refrain from what she would prefer
I should avoid. And so I try to show
The same to her that I from her well know.

18xx

The calm contentment of the railroad tracks
Flowing into the distance and horizon
Brings to my soul just what the highway lacks
As long as I can keep my longing eyes on
The middle distance, where the two straight lines
Seem to conjoin, although they cannot so:
The effortless eternity that signs
The future and the past in just one go.
For train tracks map the time in endless space
Forever stretching forward, backward, out
Into the possibility of grace
Through wonder, and despite worry and doubt.
I find myself exploring with my mind
The curves and straights no engineers designed.

Eat

A city unexplored is like a stew
Uneaten. Sure, it may be safer so
But if you do not try it you can't know
And 'til you venture to, it will haunt you.
For it might be the best, if you but knew,
And you might weep to know what you let go
Unnoticed by. Oh, let such thoughts but grow,
And do what you have always wanted to:
Taste, try, and test! Be resolute to seek
The hidden and obscure delights it bears!
Be not afraid that it will suck or reek
But throw away those old, and worn-out, cares
So you may feast, and in that feast discover
That which will make of you a city-lover.

Litterate

A second Kindle might appear to be
A second perfume on a violet
A coat of gold gilding a lily
An extra rhyme glued to a triolet;
It might seem purposeless, and even worse
Silly and beyond the pale of reason
But ere you start to lazily rehearse
Such thoughts, remember all things have a season
And there may come a time when books are needed
When what was mocked will come into its own
And those who in their reason smugly heeded
Such sage advice will be bereft, alone.
So do not mock the Kindle doubled 'til
You cannot need it, lest you find you will.

Out

Adventuring is always best with you
No matter just how often I'm alone
I far prefer to do the things I do
When you are present beyond telephone.
I like to have you by me as I roam,
To know the sights I see you also see
That I don't have to wait 'til I come home
To show you my next cool discovery.
It's always better to explore in pairs
And nudge, and point, and share the wonderous
Directly, with someone who truly cares
And so it is when we explore, for us.
What could I wish beyond such fortune? How
Could I be happier than I am now?

Home

The days are long and void

Except when you appear

Hopefully not annoyed

But bright and full of cheer

For when you come back here

And couch yourself by me

You subtly re-steer

My soul to be happy

And since I like to be

As happy as I can

I miss you constantly.

And yet in every plan

There is a flaw or quirk -

In this one, it's your work.