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the stump
young boy fragments of memory some shards of glass some fuzzy some fluffy warm room after a cold, wet day hiking with the troop where will everyone sleep? men on the beds boys on the floor one man the leader beside me takes his boots off his left leg has no foot he says it was lost on a hot steamy jungle trail far away the stump, smooth and pointed like a phillips screwdriver bit I roll over It is hard, uncomfortable down here with no mattress to cushion my hips i drift into sleep the stump present in my mind
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I’ll be dammed!
8:24pm and there is so much more still some living left in the day could i have it any other way just to live another day to have a place to stay to keep the cold and fears away times like these i wonder should i pray to save tomorrow for another day billions pray and pretend to convince themselves there is no end but then there is I guess I only think and therefore I am Descartes was right, I’ll be dammed! i’m a poet don’t you know it life is vast life is huge a wave of words a full deluge strange times living in a post fact era politics becomes simply, i dare ya early morning where to find truth? where to look? its easy of course from a poet in a book early walk
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AuthorI started my "Poem-A-Day" writing exercise back in 2010. It was a way to get into the habit of writing everyday. It took awhile but once I got into it I really enjoyed the process. I took a break in 2023 to work on getting "Carbon Copy" into the wild. I also wanted to re-read my poem-a-day scribblings to see if there were any unpolished gems amongst the rubble. My plan is to post one per week in my Blog. Find "Carbon Copy" at: Archives
April 2025
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