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we continue
to believe the lies

bullshit
gift wrapped
by words like

change

promises based on
a multitude of motives
basic survival desires

talking heads
congress men
senators
presidents play
on our emotions

expose our vulnerabilities
exploit souls to fuel
economic gain

meanwhile we perform
our delegated tasks
buy stuff
pay bills and taxes
obey laws written by
crooks and

once the election is over
w…

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When these memories
repeat like old reruns
people say to me
Randy, let it go and I realize
they’re only trying to help and I also
realize the school of thought
behind their intent and yes
there comes a time in our lives
when we should let go but
sometimes these memories
repeat like old reruns because
we’re meant to learn something
but we haven’t so
let me learn from them

okay?

 

 

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how many hours or
days even
do you spend
thinking about finances

I’ve burned quite a few
it’s taxing on you
having to decide
do I get the rash on my leg
checked out or
do I have this rotting tooth pulled

a root canal
is only an option for the wealthy or
those who can afford
the insurance

all those nights
all-nighters while gripping
my pillow and screaming
if only there was a god
to ease the way my…

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it’s discouraging
Portland
so many crybabies

oh I can’t eat that
I’m vegetarian
I have a gluten allergy
just like all my friends

notice how I framed that
there are legitimate cases
but the rest of you

you’re delusional and
the audacity to judge others because
their diets aren’t like yours

it’s discouraging
Portland
too many too-cool for school
types who give shit about
being too cool or not cool…

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all I could think to do

I picked up a pen
it was all I could think
to do

I was overly anxious
my thoughts mild to wild
troubling and curious

it’s like I suddenly needed answers
to all of my questions
especially the unanswerable ones

the people on the MAX train
were annoying me
who the fuck are these wanks who
get on wearing dark
dark shades and
don’t take them off
staring and staring and staring

fucking cowards

it takes…

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the sound of tight
hi-hats, and the pop of rim shots
ghost notes and hard rhymes,
by the best, in my headphones,
remembering, the numbers increasing
on mile markers
as we made our way down
the highway

destination: Rotorua
New Zealand

the music today,
bringing back all the yesterdays
that I spent years trying to forget,
a time long before we were married
when we hadn’t a clue that we would ever be

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we’ve all seen the photos
impressions of jesus
the one said to have risen
from the dead

well  this man
across the aisle from me
on the MAX train
looks like him
only his hair is blonde
it’s long but kept and
by his possessions
I can tell he’s homeless

backpack
water bottle in a netted pocket
an old king’s version bible
a tent

this is the second time
I’ve seen him this week
on the blue line train
to…

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