we’re nothing but mammals
we walk, not crawl
through orange leaves
common in the fall
i’ve been in this house so long
i forget what it’s like out there –
hustle & bustle
breaking our backs
for snacks
& other goodies –
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Kierkegaard (a poem)
He demands I will myself to do The Good –
why do I read this?
his words are dense, archaic
on a blue-light screen
they seem
pointless in today’s age
this sorrowful, skinny man
begs me from long ago
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