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John

What the Hell, George W?

About Me

I have grown much too weary of people hurting people and I have grown weary of me. Let's talk about you, instead.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

halfway between here and there.

My Blog

I Will Get You Through

Dad, do you feel like me? Like we are at some portal Some pivotal point in our lives Like when you joined the Navy Or when you asked Mom to marry you?   This past year you opened the Octogenarian...
Posted by John on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 07:13:00 PST

Recklessness

I follow a road that invites recklessnessAnd find that the corners are roundedAnd smooth from all who have gone before.And already I have thought too much about it. Recklessness is red and I...
Posted by John on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 05:57:00 PST

Choice

Our choice is to see where we want to be and not where we have to go. Our choice is a flake of snow on a long and cold descent in a whirl of white, unique in form and flight, well-knowing what awa...
Posted by John on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 10:56:00 PST

Its Not the Dead

I'm turning over in my grave tired of lying on my back. Bet you didn't know I could do a morbid little trick like that. All snug and cold in my coffin -- looking pretty good for ashen. Pretty mu...
Posted by John on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 11:28:00 PST

Is Choice Nothing More?

Is choice nothing more than a flakeof snow on a long and cold descent?Is it only our choice to settle in?How is it ours to choose where we want to goWhen all we have is where we've been?jd....
Posted by John on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 10:25:00 PST

What the Hell, George W?

  Change of light from red to white to greenI’ve got an open road to springI’ve got the top downAnd the ...
Posted by John on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 06:15:00 PST

No Twenty-First Century Man

The female light beguiles me in vernal equinoxShe sheds her moonlight skin and adorns herself in sunMy senses sharpenWithin the grip we’re oneAs I lay naked in her beams with cold earth against ...
Posted by John on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 10:10:00 PST

Mistress March

February fled flat-footed from a frosty fate for Mistress March, a more amorous mate. jd.
Posted by John on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 09:46:00 PST

You Describe Me

You describe me in your lonely darkened place Ever hiding and inviting velvet face. Subtle gazes, all your phases, shine my way Full and golden, unbeholden to the day.   There is plenty in w...
Posted by John on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 12:25:00 PST

Slowly, All Our Losses

From out of wet and warmth, lights glare.We squint, we stare; we wonder whereWe are. We wander halls through school.We smile, we tremble, we grope, we assemble. We sign books like marks on mapswith no...
Posted by John on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 11:49:00 PST