Tagged: age

things change

things change.
i do and i don’t i hear
you say.

things change.
twenty years later, you
are eighty weeks and two
days dead.

things change.
i am reading
the days run away
like wild horses over the
hills
, and they haven’t
.
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twenty years later,

twenty years later,
we are revisiting Morton
Subotnick’s Silver
Apples of the Moon
on a
full Beaver Moon – who knew
we’d be still this geeky
.
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perhaps youth hijacks

perhaps youth hijacks
our memories long before
they are created,

lies in wait for activation,
ready to pounce with vigor
.
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in the end, memories

the right words cost an

the right words cost an
arm and a leg – no one warns
you when you are just

starting out. it takes decades to
roll them out appropriately
.
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the heart, troubled, can

the heart, troubled, can
fool itself and companion
organs to help speed
its demise. it’s a lose-
lose situation, stretching to
compensate, stretching
to compensate –
in the end, our
bodies are altogether
witness, criminal, and
location of a drowning
.
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between thirty-four

between thirty-four
and forty-eight, we are
celebrating birthdays
in the east village
tonight, stringing the
eighties to the nineties
from the jukebox in
the corner. most of us
will become more
repetitive with
time – for now, we
will rely on
booze and song
.
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