• Tom


Brilliance mask –

Liberal office impulses,

You know the kind.

Tear sculpture without glued cracks,

The actual meaning of Sincerity.

There is no neutrality in my eyes anymore.

It’s a neighbor ostracized, the form of bloom

Coming home on a Sunday afternoon.


Offend patiently. Park

With the others; pierce thin doubt when I’m out


We’re farming. We’re marketers against cower offenses.

A nesting grace,

A fountain of knowledge – you remember the one,

And I think of all the days between then and now

And I am happy just knowing that

We can still make the parade when we look up from the sidewalk.

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