be the difference


I remember


   held by 

the sweet lullaby

of a loving mother’s

whisper on

the top of my wispy




      I stare at

life’s finite hope

on the juvenescence 


jumping rope

riding the swings

round and round



the May Day pole.


I’m holding my

head high

I’m soldier brave

I’m teflon tough and 

    rawhide strong




Hold my hand -

guide me through

this mercurial



use your words

to emery the

edges permitting


the positive

self composure 

    i deserve


Witness my life.


infix laudable value

into who I will be - 

be the difference

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I am a child of the world

Listen to my fears

Listen to my heart

Listen to ME


Let me know I’m important

to someone


If I can’t say it

Say it for me


Let me know I’m

not alone in the world


Give my life meaning

Give me an opportunity

to be heard.

Give me a voice.



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kites prominently up-swept

Kites-  you think of me
 when clocks are
 near your morning
 and sheets are tangled
 in between your legs
 shanghaied firmly
 the other
 of the bed

 you think of me
 when the
 keyboard is
 clicking your
 dives and highs
 in rapid fire
 promises of

 you think of me
 decorating your
 tree with brilliant
 adjectives and
 hyperboles star struck
 on powdery gauge
 strings harbored
 with silvery

 I think of you
 in the caliginous
 corners of my
 reposing eyes
 at dawn’s
 waiting for the
 email ping on
 my phone

 I think of you
 creating rules
 to your whim
 and heart as you
 and mechanically
 direct me to
 call you

 I think of you
 when I’m in
 need of
 your wisdom -
 modernism –
 literary philosophy
 to finely dress my
 infatuation in
 haute couture
 until the
 next heady

 I love the
 and wonder why
 your actions speak
 differently than
 your unspoken fears?
 your honesty,
 while admirable,
 is a consternation
 to my knowing

 the introspection
 keeps all of
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just before
dawn broke
your invisible
appeared in my
head while I was
the venue was blue
with the quiet complacency
of your demure voice
peacefully conveying –
prepossessing verses
to hold in my hand
but they float into
esoteric circles-
into the locked clubhouse
for select members
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I watch the
locomotion of oranges and limes
bobbing around a sunken
in a sea of grain alcohol-
realizing the more I refresh
the more intriguing the scene-

party fare disguised in a sticky garbage can
on the lawn crowned with red solos
each adorned with confident claws
lounging and laid on the
spring grass.
All the while:
consummate amateurs prey
upon the L’air du temps lambs
incessant with giggles
and Ultra Bright smiles
glow in the dark.
UnderclassMEN cannot resist
unfledged, fresh meat delivered at
their Levi draped feet.
Frat sweethearts dressed older
bolder a n d endowed
Frat brothers COCKsure,
rocked a n d cocked
BFF’s lust to view
Gamma Phi
the third brightest star
in the constellation
which takes me –
Not them
by the hand
to a capricious ingénue envisage

acute bibliography for a prospective future

I wasn’t aware 
the capacious blinds overhanging the front windowpanes
 are slanted just enough to allow
the neighbors an explicit view
                                   inside my house.
the hail of heartbeats
banging against the hurricane #5 glass
must’ve stopped the rein of ricochets no 
longer taking credit for “yard of the month”. 
Questions asked
                            a n d ignored. 
Gossip and wonder penetrate the 
 radiant barrier roof.
whispers hanging from the blooming magnolia tree – 
whispers on the winding walkways
 They witnessed the tawny bricks 
 stacked ever so politely in the front driveway before
being bundled, projected– propagated into a
 perfect subway pattern meeting and greeting right angles
into shelter walls
hand prints were mirrored historically into the concrete foundation –
 mapping an 
acute bibliography for a prospective future. 
If the window treatments were other 
than fingerprinted ivory white -
would the pathetic shouts of mercy
transcend into lyrical verses or 
uttered contractual versions of an expired lease
 with notice of eviction?
When I peer through the glass 
front to back –the express tunnel would
polarize any promise of “good” feng shui. 
the raging fires were too close to the waves
 washing the tears over the slippery floors?
 I didn’t
want the sympathetic visitors with lustrous apple pies
                    and prostrate sheriffs dictating
 arrogant orders of intimidation 
“vacancy” hung on the freshly enameled red front door – 
implementing the exorcism
for my future, my plans, my dreams,

The concerns were unwarranted. 
No one asked for the unanswered prayers or 
faint echoes turning deadbolts or
disarming security alarm sirens
 Hollow houses do not 
require supported occupancy permits
on every killum beige wall - in every room.

 Just because I bought
 doesn’t mean I have
 to live in
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incorporeal treasures

You gifted me hope
an invaluable commodity
of the incorporeal treasures with the silver and blue ribbons
stacked politely inside pristine pyramids

resembling the mystic gild and glimmer
at Dillard’s.
The display shortened my gasp for air
they are:
largest to smallest
easy to climb – hard to grasp
unreachable flimsy filigree edges that continuously tilt
side to side
from my white bread
PH-PA polished and manicured fingers

Box #3 sitting next to a brilliant star

but as the
Aspirant – I chose Box #2

It repressed
shattered an d disappointed
a fragment of the hope.
The type A crown of glory and thorns
I wear impassively on my head
tilted into my brows
stopping me where I stand.
Halted from holding
both hands out,
they are now kindly
placed behind my back


incongruent hits
bemused by intangible
I can’t see who is
interring the black
under rocks?
under sheets?
behind you?
inside you?
oneiric tape
clicks- one slide
then another
slipping between
the grasp of
and –

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