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a new poem: “Before Success Visits” by Thomas Typewriter

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Before Success comes to stay

His three brothers clear the way.

Failure arrives first, claiming he only needs the smallest bed,

But will take two and then three instead.

Confusion arrives next with too much luggage for his claim of an overnight stay.

Excuse after excuse he generates, staying for days and days.

Disappointment arrives last with nothing to his name.

Seeing everything you have he will complain and complain.

They will bicker and argue with no delay,

Destroying your house and disrupting your ways.

But in the end they, as much as you, will grow tired

Claiming each other has an unbearable situation made.

They will leave not with a thank you said.

A broken home is their parting gift instead.

But it is a gift, their visit as much as their departure.

In home repairs you will be employed

Even the areas you would normally avoid.

So when Success finally does visits, he enters with words so kind

Thanking you for making your home such a comfortable find.

He continues saying If I may

Could I stay a few extra days?

a new poem: “Answer me this” by Thomas Typewriter

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What role do I play in your life,

Husband or wife?

Am I determined by sex,

Or my effect?

Though I should not care,

I wonder if you would dare

to tell me

to reassure me

Why you love me.

Don’t answer too quick.

Please take your time to think.

In the meantime, I will continue my confusing ways

Awaiting what you will say.

a new poem: “Tick Tock” by Thomas Typewriter

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Tick, Tick, Tock

Tick, Tick, Tock

Gazing out many faces of the Clock

Tick, Tock, Tick

Tock, Tock, Tick

Pendulums swing to memory’s flick.

Tick, Tock, Wristwatch

Tick, Tock, Pocket Watch

No more tomorrows

No more today’s

The world has tilted to yesterday.

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On the day I died,

I saw Death going the other way.

Are you not supposed to be my guide, I cried.

“Not my problem,” he said. “Not today.”

“I’ve been let go. I’ve been told to go away.”

“So to you I say good luck.”

“You’ve had a life. Days good and bad.”

“Chances you seized, others you let slip away.”

“Before we part let me, as one final gift, say”

“There are no more guides out there, in that death has become like life in so many ways.”

“Do your best and then do it again, soon you will find your stride.”

a new poem: “Tired Words, Tired Feet” by Thomas Typewriter

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If failure I do now invite to meet,

please let rest my words, my feet.

I tried to resist this ignoble defeat,

to yet live a life more poignant than bittersweet.

But in the end…

As I had always portend…

My efforts, my understanding, are far too busy this week.

a new poem: “May I?” by Thomas Typewriter

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May I know the beats of your heart?

Those that you have loved and those that loved you back.

The moments that excited you and those that made you hesitate.

May I live a lifetime between your breaths?

A beginning, a middle, and an end.

To only start it all over again

May I?

a new poem: “Intiation” by Thomas Typewriter

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When I asked for initiation,

I did not know the price to pay

You reached out and broke my hand 

claiming sorry, it was the only way. 

To discard what I could not hold. 

To discard what I could not say. 

Honestly, I thought you hated me

for taking everything I knew away. 

Maybe you knew this and hesitated.

Still you struck.

Aware that without the loss, the pain,

I’d never choose redirection. 

a new poem: “Crocodiles” by Thomas Typewriter

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Crocodile, Crocodile

face full of leather, skin like a suitcase

Crocodile, Crocodile

You say you need me when I step out the door

Yet, when I return you are only awkward smiles.

Crocodile, Crocodile

Do you realize I need more?

a new poem: “Rain Clouds” by Thomas Typewriter

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Rain clouds have come to stay

and my penis refuses to play.

I ask him to rise, to stir, to stay awake, to just plain obey.

He merely responds, “Not today.”

“There is something about the sky’s grey

that compels me to fade away.

No matter what you do. No matter what you say.”

a new poem: “Tears” by Thomas Typewriter

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For your tears I listen and I wait.

Do they know your beauty? Your grace?

Do they know of your love? Your hate?

Do they know what was said in that place?

Between two who could not be one,

but instead desired being none.