Reshu

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I was contacted by someone
Who lives way off in Kerala;
Whose blog I had been reading and
Whose poetry engendered awe

In me off in America
Here somewhere in the hinterlands.
To make a friend is always good;
But talent makes it own demands

I felt obliged to tell her that.
Her writing, so vibrant, alive –
A voice so brilliant and unique
Should find a place to grow and thrive –

Which she is doing, thankfully.
Reshu, my friend, may you be well:
And may your life give you the chance
To tell the tales
You tell
So well

I Guess —

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I guess I ought to try to be
Attractive while I can

I guess I ought to strive to be
A better kind of man

I guess that I should try sometimes
To do the things I should

I guess it would be better if
I was something like
Good

Amateur U.

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And so he got his Psych degree
Down at Amateur U. –
He knows the sordid origins
Of what we think and do

He argues long on Facebook with
All his unbalanced foes;
He’s sure he’s right and they’re all wrong
And that’s just how it goes

Sleepish

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I’ll say, but promise not to tell:
I’m tired to my last bone cell
And want to sleep under my desk
Where nobody can find me

The truth is, I’m a tired cat –
I don’t where my gumption’s at –
I’m more static than statuesque
So please, go on, don’t mind me

“It”

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Whatever it is, it bothers us

Wherever we go, it follows us

And we can’t handle it;

It’s raining and it’s snowing and

It’s going to take awhile

It’s faded, hardly glowing and

It’s really hard to smile.

It’s all just so ridiculous

It matters not a whit:

It frankly makes me really tired

Come to think of it.

A Carton of Memories

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An Extreme Tale

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” — Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

When was the last time that sentence accurately described your life?

..

I was only fourteen and
Was suffering in grade nine
A lonely frightened freshman
Seeking then to redefine

Myself into a man or maybe
A grown boy, at least;
In spite of my best efforts
I was much less man than beast

And it was in my English class
That Ms. Hornbuckle taught
That we began to read a book
I grew to like a lot

And by about, oh, halfway through
A lifelong love was set:
For I was reading Dickens
And I haven’t finished yet

The bloody revolution off in France
Where it took place;
It took my from my worries
Back through time, and at a pace

Breathtaking in its drama. And
When we approached the end
The pattern had emerged, and I
Began to read again

This wondrous book, so full of hate
And love, and so much more:
It was a far, far better book
Than I had read before

So I had found in Dickens
Much to reread and to savor –
And though no Sydney Carton
Might have been
Just a touch
Braver

rejectee

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when in real life
she actually
offered herself
to me

i
 
turned her down
because i love
really
my wife

but

these idiotic fantasies
i'd written about her
now seem 
horribly horribly
unforgivably
wrong

The Friendship Optimization Algorithm

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People hate people
Who have no opinions
No passion

The only people they hate worse
Are people who have opinions
That differ from their own

So
You can become popular as follows

Care deeply
Be passionate
Have lots of opinions
But
Never tell anyone what they are

That way

You’ll have lots of friends

At your premature heart attack funeral

Prolonging

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Three hundred and nine straight days long
My current writing streak —
If that sounds, well ridiculous
And like I am a freak

Consider: in that stretch of time
I’ve a full-time career:
We’ve bought a house and moved
I’ve had to travel far and near

The pieces that I’ve written
(By my counting) are “a ton” —
One thousand and some eighty-three
Including this last one

Rough forty – yet to publish
Now its four or five a day;
And it has struck me forcibly
I can’t go on this way

So come December 31st
I plan to slack my pace:
To drastically cut down
So to rejoin the human race

And maybe spend more time on things
Outside of my own head:
Perhaps with friends or family
And in real life
Instead

(..)

No Talent For Certainty

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Reshu

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