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Category: Poems

Fated
Tiled faces
Gazing west
Over the jacarandas
Beyond the boats
To the wide
Dark sea

Longing
Caught between
Loss and hope
Is that a distant sail?
DeGama
Returning
At last
With spice
And new dominion?

Or only
The ghost
Of a different fate
That we will
Never see
Or know?
Hard Truth
The harder
It is
To know
What is true

The more
That it matters
We are sure
That we do
Señor Moment
Oh I still got it, pal
And I handle it
With flair

Brandish it and wield it
With the same old devil-
May-care

Yes I still got it, pal
And it’s still all covered
With hair

But I put it down a sec ago
And I can’t remember
Where
Genuine Fake
As life goes on
I can’t deny
The bullshit begins
To solidfy

What used to be
A silly pose
Is now as certain
As my nose

With each new
Posture that I chose
I tried it on
Like a suit of clothes

And now it fits me
Like a glove
The affectation
Has turned to love

And soon the bullshit
Will harden to stone
Live on without me
And stand on its own

It will serve
As my memorial
And no one will know
If it’s faux or real
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