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Strength and endurance
Coagulating passions
Whey on my mind

I like to say
That I have virtually
Hundreds of friends

I have a feeling
Nothing is ever complete
Nothing is ever

Inside a forced smile
Schedules reappearances
Timed with agendas

Life is hard
Until we forget
And then it makes
A lot of sense

Such soft allure mine eyes could feign resist
Till light denied belied thy faintest glow
And feeling touched a pursed lip to assist
Resistance by lone vote was overthrown
When suddenly a furry yellow thing
Grabbed hold with its hind legs as if for life
And eagerly began to hump in sync
With ours a trio’s bestial delight
Though struggling to free our furry friend
Proved insurmountable until we ceased
We found ourselves yet able to pretend
That of the three we were the only beasts
Thus soon ended a brief unplanned affair
That ended with a mouth of yellow hair

Smile a simple smile
Wave and say hello
While thinking all the while
Of hidden lies below

with each graceful turn
a futilely beautiful
passivity plays

Black-coated figure
Buckled shoes to stay grounded
Sweater to stay warm

I speak only to equals
But find there are none
Else counting myself
As half of one

Pale, cold, and grey
Thrown over a motley whirl
Of sensorial expectations
Our theories emerge ideal
Precisely by resisting
Tangibility

As usual, the meeting began,
Agenda in everyone’s hand,
And, then, suddenly,
An employee
Announced that he quit and then ran.

In foxholes no atheists dwell,
Because foxholes are basically Hell.
And Heaven can be
Almost literally
Anything you live to tell.

Time is a felon
Stealing dreams at whim
Holding memories hostage
And killing them

Faulkner calls it
The parade of time
The sound and the fury
Of staying alive

Bathed in the subtle warmth
Of a fresh sunrise
Thoughts drift up
To Heavenly adventures

Your entry was brief
Though it meant the world to me
Goodnight, Encarta

The anticlimactic stress
Of a disappointed mess
Is usually best addressed
By comforting the unrest
And smothering it to death

Welcome to the uncomfortable silence
Of the impending update
Where screen refreshes
Are anything but
And patience is measured
In kilobytes

These days
Our books are blogs
And our letters
Tweets

I’m not in the mood
She screams from inside
Her fortress of smiles

And now for a new story
Wherein I race past rebellion
Into the cold comfort of complacence
Following the path of least resistance
Insistent on being made
With long-sleeve pastel cotton shirts
A shiny silver watch
To beam success into the ether
Slacks for never slacking
Over brown boats that float on concrete

Feeling so unloved
Unable to tell who cares
Forever laughing

Exceptional fit
At an amazing discount
Thank you, Sri Lanka

I have a sore throat.
It would be nice to go home.
It’s a pretty day.

In 2008,
We found 200 planets.
Billiards, anyone?

Galactic redshift
Omnidirectional flight
Man in the middle

Rescue sirtuins
Red wine restores youthfulness
Re-regulation

Lazy afternoon
Forefinger and thumb in pain
iPhone addiction

Black Friday alights
To shopping hysteria
Consumerschism

Deleting thousands
Of messages one by one
Can be cathartic

Another day ends
Full of fun with friends
Commute home begins

This is my first post
in the form of a poem
from my new iPhone.

Prometheus stole
Fire from a bona fide god
Homo erectus

Chicago lawyer
Presidential candidate
Barack Obama

a pitted peach
is a pitied pitch
sweet to eat
but incomplete