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Poetry

Poetry

In Progress...

Naked in front of my computer walking this idea out amid swirls of Kerouac and Orwell, inner urgency, Cuban jazz and rain, Vivian, Silvia and Mexico - handfuls of awkward moments at the cloze of all things intellectual and some things school,   precarious drops of missed opportunity, out-driving my headlights, not feeling worthy amidst weddings and meetings and papers to grade 

 An ill timed space in my life to get mixed into someone I never thought I’d be looking for   …so like my mother   -the stone I stumbled on, when I stumbled upon the three doors down mother of 24

 Time aplenty to cool, obligations, mixed signals, Christmas, chicken-dinner and grading, the self-sabotage of boastful half-truths, second-guessing, moving, funerals, errands and summer

 Dates in between- women, girls, Gaston- crazy dancing homeless spirit of all things sewn, smoked and soy     mad unicorn-loving kisser

 Lust was there, but not the bright light of certainty, no green tee-shirt, no extra skin around the neck, no stones, no… you fill in the blank

  I knew, and said good bye to poetry, goodbye to cautious conversation, games and banter, heard my heart whisper and repeat, listened as it grew … love       I love her      spoken, written, nearly thrown away before i could read it, see it for what it had always been       not caring about the expectations of heightened expectations,  thoughts of letting go somewhere between dancing in public and missing the music,  convinced of conscious contact -no under-the-radar self-preservation, no single ping, no telephone call, no unspoken promise ring

   words on a page, inside cover, prologue and epilogue

by Justin Olmanson

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read at your own risk...

discovered, lost and squandered

death

various people

prayers, hymns and questions

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