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2012-08-09: I Taste Today

Soft glow, blowing over trees.
I see, dreams made of need.

Young boy, dreaming of today.
Old man, wanting yesterday.

Young girl, everything to me.
Old girl, same girl, my dream.

My need, spreading of my seed.
Time weighs, growing like a weed.

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2012-08-04: Running in the Louisiana Heat

At 10 AM I stood on the street and looked into the sun. I smiled wildly.

"There is nobody here but you and me, heat," I said.

And I ran. I ran pretty slowly by my and most runners' standards, but I ran. I ran in the heat, I dodged dogs, feared cars, and looked everything in the face with a wild heart.

I lusted. I hungered. I breathed deeply and told myself that I was too strong to die. "I have done this before," I said. The heat slammed me with one thousand fists of brass. I wanted to walk, and nobody was there to see.

And as planned, Prince came on the Playlist and made it impossible to slow down. It is an insult to Prince to walk while he sings.

The dog came after me again. A car sped behind me. I bowed up in an aggressive running stance to discourage the dog. What sort of sight am I to the anonymous driver of the car? A random man sweating in the summer sun and visually challenging a dog.

I round the curve of my street.

"Round up holler girl," I sing through gritted teeth as "Little Fury" begins. I can't slow down now. It would be an insult to Kim and Kelly if I walked.

When "Love Shack" plays, tears stream down my cheeks. But that is a story for another time.

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2012-07-22: Looked up in the Night

I drained my soul with a young man's woes, and made many minutes of cold.

I saw a monkey's paw in the parking lot, and I cut my losses before I start.

I am a fiend.
I am a friend.
I am a beast.
I am a leash.

Dreams digging deeply in slowing brains.
Lusts loving sweetly in burning chains.
A E I O U babe.
I'm gonna drag you in my final flame.

I felt one moment when you were there, one pure moment frozen within your stare.

And the street heat beats, pounds skin and makes me forget everything within.

Dreams ending shallowly in quickening loins.
Apathy hating passionately in freezing rain.
A E I O U babe.
You're gonna follow me in your first game.

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2012-06-22: Things Amiss

I miss my feet slapping the streets -- recently cleaned.

I miss crazy wild-haired girls screaming at me from the insides of bars while I sweat into the Quarter Sun.

I miss flopping into my wife's room, and my chihuahua smiling at me with her dog breath.

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2012-05-13: Mother's Day.

So what new could I possibly say about Mother's Day?

I suppose I'll project.

First of all, to have a child takes a huge physical toll. Women are built to last, specifically because they have to carry a human parasite for many months. Towards the end, it is difficult to do anything at all. And yet mothers persevere.

Afterwords? Human children are born helpless. We are unique among the animals. We are incapacitated at birth. The only way that we can be as smart as we are, and women can maintain a reasonable hip-size, is that we're born incomplete. And this means that our mothers must care for us.

This is a tremendous sacrifice. It isn't just nine months. After we are born, we aren't even animals. We aren't even human, we are writhing things that need to be protected. We are need machines. We are black holes that take and take and take.

And still mothers persevere.

The strong, passionate women find their dreams replaced by screaming diapers and formula. Their passion shifts from worldly things to this one evolutionary thing.

Dreams evaporate, but never really die. Good, strong children are enough, aren't they?

And so, on Mother's Day, I say to my mom: I'll try to make all of your sacrifice worth it. I'll try to make you proud.

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