Familiar Face 

What dust
gathers sad shape
rises in ghostly form
every lonely morning… sister,
that you?

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Irritant

Is it
my demeanor
that so much bothers you,
my brash, cavalier attitude?
Tough beans.

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Coming Soon

We odds,
weirdos, the strange,
are allowed to be free
despite what the powers believe.
Rise up.

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Matter of Time

The cat
here knows nature
better than you or I
leave it to her to find the mouse.
Relax.

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AutoPilot for your Love

I think
I’m losing it
when I’m in your orbit
too many Gs, lose pitch and yaw,
bail out.

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