Category Archives: “1980”

A sequence of poems I wrote each day of 1980, in the giddy blush of youth

MAY 23, 1980 (“My Life”)

. Were I to live another hundred years I would not forget. Were I to relive my life 100 times over, from birth to death and back to birth again- it could never be better. All my memories are but … Continue reading

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MAY 22, 1980 (“Conniving”)

. Evil demon eyes judge me. No way will they take my word for it! Continually, they test my willingness to beget righteousness. Fuck yeah, I’m willing. Ready, willing, but only doubtfully able. The monsters flex their macho and expect … Continue reading

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MAY 21, 1980 (“Prayer”)

. I can float on Time a human dandelion releasing seeds of inspiration into the air to be carried on the wind to close and distant rendezvous… When I die this is how I’d like to be renewed. Spread me … Continue reading

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MAY 20, 1980 (“The Chatter of a Little Bird”)

. “…I know something you don’t know…” (The Spirit’s dancing at your feet!) “I’ve heard something you ain’t heard…” (Your heart just skipped a beat.) Keep me from these artifacts. Hide me from these “truths”. What makes you think you … Continue reading

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MAY 19, 1980 (“Twins, Caught Double-Red-Handed”)

. So ends Taurus. And 7 A.M. Monday Sudden Change Blues ensues. Stars manipulate my hues from bliss-ninny to Scrooge. I got a screw loose. No time left to refuse. No harbor left for refuge. No cup to contain this … Continue reading

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MAY 18, 1980 (“Do or Don’t”)

.  Check me under this… Clear me out under that… Pick me up. Compose of me the perfect sonata. Take me. Twist me into sweet chords of symmetry and harmony. Fill the air with me! Or put my instrument down. … Continue reading

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MAY 17, 1980 (“Just Before the Gushes of Spring”)

. My fabric is caught in commitments decisions revisions of earlier guesstimates. My guesswork has degenerated into a series of reflex-responses: Act/React to Action, Interfere. It’s high time for Spring faire in my life! This repetition of vignettes, the succession … Continue reading

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