Allusion Delusion

Starlight moonbright
knocking at the door
"Come out to say
come out to play"
says the neighbor tapping from heaven's shore
"How do you stay brighter than the light" I ask
knowing full well it's a ghost from the past
Friend and foe shine into mirrors of the mind
The light so bright
bridges day and night
sorrow with delight
Then compulsive fright
of dismantling current life
to a vision blinded by a knocking and nothing more

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- artwork by Gerhard Richter
- mailed to Utah - 

Superiority Not Based On Reason Or Actual Experience

Accepting
Tolerant
Abiding
Fair
do these words offend anyone anymore
should they offend humans to their core
until the words poke hard at you
their meanings are dismissed as untrue
Racist
Bigot
Prejudice
Sexist
do these words offend anyone anymore
they should offend humans to their core
unless the words poke hard at you
then their meanings are dismissed as untrue

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- artwork by Amy Sherald - "What's Different About Alice Is That She Has The Most Incisive Way Of Telling The Truth."
- mailed to Colorado -

Birth or Bury

What if the opposite of life was more life?
     base feelings bring heartache like racism
       might race simply be shared culture
         swaying toward segregation

Does that ring true to you?
     meeting and seeing other cultures
       breaks suppositions, discriminations
         cultures differ, blood and bones do not

Do you need a pet to live and be happy?
     feeling superior over others is never necessary
       tell your bias a new story
         others can thrive simultaneously as you thrive

Is equality a problem for planet earth?
     nope, babies come often and everywhere
       earth does not divvy out life
         earth does not dole out life with prejudice

What if the opposite of death was harmony?
     peace among races places and beliefs
       it rings true looking through the sieve of life
         future doers those babies born today

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- artwork by Pablo Picasso....
- mailed to Kansas -

ask

a hot humidity blowing
shoulder skin touching shoulder skin on a subway
sticky slightly wet penetrates the senses
strangers should not be touching     but they stay
humid heat brings lazy to speaking
so you just stay     touching

harsh vocal rasps from a hug-deprived human
approach     touch
imagine their exhale during the hug
life changes     it can     in that release
all you need is hug
sing     all you need is hug

a searing horn marking danger
alerting of bombs     bad driver     migraine head hurt
infant signaling want
adults ask but mostly don't
but why but why     question but why
approach the ask with confidence     you have permission

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- artwork by Olaf Nicolai - 
- mailed to Missouri - 

Triumph


Days weeks years morph into triumphant moments,
       if you squint.
Turning life literal specifics upside around
       emerges memories of triumphs.
They squeeze past the blockades of membrane
       like mice running away, anyway.

Delivering triumphs to the conscious
       requires a scheme.

Why don't you deliver regularly, like eating,
       unconsciously like squinting?

Excuse yourself to go triumph;
       shaking off the burdens, the weights, the people, hanging.
Trash the manipulators; those who hold back triumphs
       simply by their presence.
Go meek go bold go wide-eyed
       stumbling determinedly to an edge.
Triumph, so in later days weeks years
       when you squint, you'll see them

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- artwork by Etel Adnan - 
- mailed to New Jersey - 

Road Rage

Rust never appears at youth
like quick laughter and innocent brilliance do

Age discovers that daily time borrows
bread from banquets to replace shimmering events
(if left unchecked)

Time blows in without direction and
smears like cold butter across routines

Urgency becomes a useless device
appearing as a checkmate
(in a chess game of one)

Driving no longer has a sense of urgency
which drives the urgent driving youth mad

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- artwork by Howard Hodgkin -
- mailed to New York - 

Dying Memory

Citizens live while they slowly die
so sad saying goodbye
But then all people inevitably die
and you have their stories, while you cry

Stories repeat less with time pass
transmitting the minimum, the quintessential essence
Yet as generations progress
stories and memories diminish more, rarely less

It's hard to right that wrong
as the future can only cherish a life through their song

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- artwork by Felix Gonzalez-Torres - "Untitled" (Perfect Lovers) -
"...two clocks mounted to a wall. Over time the clocks drift, losing or gaining time as time passes. At some point one will stop. And eventually the other will too. - CW&T -

- mailed to Pennsylvania - 

Lots Of Life

There is a lot of life in a day

Dashing past a blind woman waiting
patiently for her destination.
Awareness dripping from her stance,
she whiffs dogs and attends to crooked sidewalks.
Decidedly punctual in her desire to move, she
goes.

Oceans of life in a day

The teacher stops at the classroom door,
taking a breath, before students roar.
They come with different histories,
varied insights, unique blind spots.
The teacher imagines what students will receive,
often feeling blind with what they leave.

There is a lot of life in a day

A scientist arriving,
blessing work and lab and
patrons who enable meaningful search.
Conclusions find scientists while dreaming, working.
Led blindly by an intuition,
the struggle pays by history remembering.

Oceans of life in a day

Falling for a lover to love
drops joy everywhere in sight.
Smile wrinkles increase
blinding the future.
Walking in life with a loved lover
results in the best lover love.

There is a lot of life in a day

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- artwork by Andreas Gursky
- mailed to Ohio - 

my kind of way

It's my kind of way

Looking to the neon lights
     searching for the warmer colors to ignite
Elbowing time to slow or still
     watching it drip drip dripping upon my will
Flying flowing freely inside
     inclined to share the addiction shyly in stride
Steering sounds high and low
     composing webs of progress without veto

Asking your kind of way

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- artwork by Julian Opie - "City walkers 2" -
- inspiration by the song "Sedona" by Houndmouth
- mailed to Indiana - 

Overflow

Brains fill-up with junk
sometimes moments after waking-up.
Hard keeping clean the voices from within
depositing such information again again and again.

Brains fill up quick
bringing-on a dizzy delirious balance.
Bits hiding in tight slight corners
where so much dust gets missed.

Fighting frequently feels futile
falling face-first into despair.
But forcing moment to moment assessment
blends and balances flow, for that organ under the hair.

Now confusion will no longer be tolerated
saved for tomorrow's waking-up affairs.
Overflow will switch to flow
stopping saliva from dripping, from mouth to chair.

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- artwork by John Chamberlain -
- mailed to Illinois - 

Gulping

Stop
Let the bones run toward passion
Help the heart pump red far
Persuade brain to ratchet up optimism
Pick a fight worthy of a fight
Watch the tiniest piece of the world unfold
Sit with a joy tremolo-ing
Stand pummeling stress salaciously
Hear strange sounds cities make
Enable music for transport to dreams
Ferret out a wink until finding a laugh
Surprise onlookers - blow out those cheeks
Make a moment
Imagine loyalty
Detect beauty
Clutch love with might
Believe voices benevolent-ly
Finally, spot stories to tell
And go
Tell

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- artwork by Oreka James
- mailed to Alaska - 

Curious

If you want to know about something
Shed light on it
Expose it
Look at it, examine it, play with it
It might delight
It might distress
If lucky
It will magically inform
Yet another chapter of you

How many chapters are allowed in the span of living
How many are available
How little love do we access
How big are we able to be
How intimate we can become with a stranger
Miraculously building a giant history
Even creating other humans
All
Along the way
With one we've played with,
Looked at, shed light upon
Wanted to know about

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- artwork by Alexander Calder - "Blue Panel" - 1936
- mailed to Hawaii -