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Warming icy bones…

Warming icy bones
red faced monkeys
soak in cloud light

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from Hotsprings and Stubbed Toe, Occasional haiku… 1992-2004

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Consider the moon…

Consider the moon
again it grows – again it thins
not at once

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from Hotsprings and Stubbed Toe, Occasional haiku… 1992-2004

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January hot springs…

January hot spring
snowy mountain top
cools burning toes

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from Hotsprings and Stubbed Toe, Occasional haiku… 1992-2004

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“I’ve never been lonely…” – Charles Bukowski

Read in Postcards from Gravelly Beach Disappearing for Invigoration – Postcard #78 podcast, and shared here to read-along (for educational purposes), note: original source unknown.

“I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I’ll quote Ibsen, “The strongest men are the most alone.” I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!”

Charles Bukowski

Gazing at the moon…

Gazing at the moon
in slippers – shivering
while dog pees

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from Hotsprings and Stubbed Toe, Occasional haiku… 1992-2004

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Ballad of Empty / Full

Coarse carbon compresses
to become the finest gems
reflecting entire universes
gracefully from within

Sapphires and rubies
strong, rugged with a gleam
channeled from promised lands
we are the stories we share
tales of love and freedom
wrapped in mystery

The truth is only useful
if it sets others free
Have you ever wondered aloud
how it feels to be
fully empty?

Snowflake Star

Mother often told you
“you’re a shiny,
one -in-a-million
snowflake bright star”
dream of flying high
and you’ll disappear so far

So, go forth seeking,
assemble your dopple-gang
sequestered worldwide
350 in America
and thousands more outside

C:

I’ll take my 1 percent
You get the ninety nine
I roll with the renegades
The wanderers are mine

The ones who floated hidden canyons
and explored a foreign sea
will i find you waiting?
maps in hand, well prepared
to cultivate community