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  9677.     

our state of affairs...

we shall say, we are honest,
there is no cloning, nothing imitated, we are
trying to be original,
we do not listen much, we talk much,
we write much, in fact,
it is an everyday undertaking like defecating
and brushing of teeth
and looking at the mirror
and washing the face
shaving and combing the hair
and talking to oneself

nothing makes us that happy
not money, not honor, no laurel leaves on the head
not a number of unfaithful lovers
or plastic friends,

this makes us happy,
another one 'bites the dust' another lousy thinker
writes,
another mouth opens, another ear breaks,
another one comes to you and says

is my poem good enough?
to you, another one belongs, this non-exclusive club
of breathers, of
'lunatics' of persistent lovers
junked most of the times
and yet lovelier still
the second, the third time,
the nth time
around.
 
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  9678.     

our truths

i

they were first
the baby's hands opening
slowly as fingers

ii

God has a fan that
He spreads open
to display

iii

then he closes it
all fingers as one folded
fan

iv

it is us
all truths kept back
to the Hands of God
so lovingly kept
back to its
proper place
 
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  9679.     

our two souls

my soul is as distant as the seven oceans
to yours

what long bridge shall we make
to connect them?

the silent patient bridges of time
eons and eons
till your ghostly fingers touch mine?
 
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  9680.     

Our vendor friends

So we keep on writing and writing or working and working, or playing and playing
we think we have the fun
or even the dedication to art and living

how foolish have we become

someone rakes the money. someone takes the
income from the sweat of our soul. someone reaps the fruits of our labor.
as we grieve. someone is laughing.
as we sink our eyes down to the bottom of our lamentations
someone out there sells the stories, sells the flowers,

sells us.
 
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