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For a Mural of Self

She met her drug of choice
and fell into its blooming mist.

Brunette hair, still dusted with powder 
blue, let down on her safety vest. It’s the first day
of Spring for the fifth time this year.
Failed mystics are regaining their confidence.

She’s a nondescript figure moving along
an inebriated park path with a claw for a hand.
And it’s still no question—that was the story
of her blunt existence spray painted on the canvas

which happened to be 
the side of a department store.

There’s a Rumor That You Are Lovely

Someone said that you should be miserable,
but you’re not. In fact, you are pleasant,
with a serene being, a soothing smile,
and a diction that can curl ribbons.

I heard that you rescued a stray from the rain and 
treated it deservingly with heated blankets
and daily pepperoni sticks; you even taught it 
to receive your conundrums as a tiny oracle.

The word was that you kept extras of everything
for neighbors that needed a last minute ingredient
or a peeler that they must’ve misplaced; and you always 
had a few poignant words tucked beneath your braids.

I’ve even been told that you were handmade
by a God you devised, and born anew each morning,
which I am inclined to believe now that the sun
starts to climb, but waits for you to rise first, clearly.

Philosophical Nighttime Poem

Candles wave—
hello or goodbye
isn’t important.
Fingertips dance
off-beat, but consistency
could make it jazz.
The walls stand still
to make it clear I’m dancing.
TV pixels pulse
light, protruding sound fogs
my mask, but that is all.

Not much else to do
besides listen to Jeopardy
and wait for my question:

Your definition of
happiness? My answer: 
Comfortable boredom.

Philosophical Nighttime Poem

Candles wave—
hello or goodbye
isn’t important.
Fingertips dance
off-beat, but consistency
could make it jazz.
The walls stand still
to make it clear I’m dancing.
TV pixels pulse
light, protruding sound fogs
my mask, but that is all.

Not much else to do
besides listen to Jeopardy
and wait for my question:

Your definition of
happiness? My answer: 
Comfortable boredom.