Cancer Lyric B and other poems

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    Cancer Lyric B and other poems

    Cancer Lyric B

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    I’ve lost you to an infinite geography I cannot map out…a distance I cannot scale. There is no looking glass or telescope strong enough to glimpse you. No compass to start me in the right direction. You are lost to me. Northern stars and lighthouses are no use. Sfumato. Up in smoke. And, now the air is clear. I can see for miles. My five senses no longer register you. You fell or flew off the grid. And, I am firmly planted in a place I no longer wish to be. I ache to track you, close the distance between us. But, you’ve left no breadcrumbs. I cannot pick up your scent. I call out to you. I plead and bargain for you. But, still you stay away. I am widowed and orphaned and abandoned. Please send me directions to you. Give me a flashlight. You asked me once if I would follow you to California, and I told you I’d follow you anywhere. I meant that.

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    One decadent decade of destruction

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    a feast of fool’s gold
    painted rocks of poverty
    mislabeled as wealth
    advertised as freedom
    and sold without receipt
    but no fortune was found
    no emancipation from misery
    no return policy to implement
    and undo such a reckless purchase
    I tossed ten years into the trash
    with my own two hands
    but those same fingers
    pulled me out of the rotting landfill
    and into a pile of compost
    breaking all garbage down
    into fertilizer
    to strengthen my garden of renaissance
    and feed the world
    with my unlikely harvest

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    A life vicariously lived

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    infuriates the dead
    forced to watch you waste away
    as they rot and crumble
    without choice
    if you get your kicks
    without ever moving your feet
    if you simply trace originals
    and always paint by number
    then this may be the only poem
    that I will pollute with your face

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    From a Distance

    Death is the perfection
    we seek
    and fear to attain
    all sins
    forever hidden or forgiven
    all secrets
    tucked safely into timeless sleep
    six feet is an infinite universe
    of separation
    and we are all beautiful and blurred
    from a distance

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    Avowed

    Some promises are like beds
    to be made and unmade in a single day
    to climb in and out of
    others are world records
    just waiting to be broken
    this is neither
    this is a vow as honest as a mirror
    as certain as death
    I will love you imperfectly
    I will love you and fail you
    I will love you and fumble your heart
    but I will never break it
    or this promise
    as certain as the only thing that will divide us.

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