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Ship it.

Ship it.

If a thought comes to you,
But it’s kept out of view
In a mental drawer
Then what’s it for?

If it’s kept next to the clean fuzzy socks
And never unlocks itself to be received
Then who is deceived.

Male Voices

Male Voices

Penetrating the air,
We’re brought into battle
The rattle of rebel voices,
Counter cultural choices
To spend time in praise
Raising arms that conquer the status quo
Through victory that brothers know.

Barking Sales

Barking Sales

“Here have my card” he said
So I said thanks instead
Of asking why I needed
This book mark,
This personal credential bark
That he weeded
Into the stacks
Of cards my memory lacks.

I like having cards of those I know
To potentially have a relationship grow
But this bark of attention’s a paper waste
Leaving a memory of poor taste.

Convention Center Pricing

Convention Center Pricing

There’s no food that’s cheap
So inside I hear a peep
From the office saying
Remember that we’re paying.

I try some budget slicing
But convention center pricing
Raises eyebrows in my head
That ask if I need to be fed.

The Ritual of Getting in My Car.

The Ritual of Getting in My Car.

I open my car door and find a swirl of snow
Slow mo-ing in my mind
As it floats methodically downward to my seat.
I grab the scraper and brush off the windows
Before the snow goes
Up against my pants to complete
the melting that started
when it parted with the outside of my car.

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