Cinquain by Ron Sparks

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My Tomb

I live
yet walk upon
my tomb. I long to fly
up there and escape my coffin;
this Earth

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Addict

the sting
of the needle
brings both pleasure and pain;
i’m addicted to getting new
tattoos

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Little Nugget

little
nugget, wide-eyed,
hairless, with red-faced wails;
you just ate – why are we awake
tonight?

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Wailing Guitars, Big Hair, and You

ballad
from the eighties
vibrates my car speakers –
for a moment I’m reminded
of you

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Dance with Bullets

young men
dance with bullets –
spill blood and fight in war;
sent to their deaths on the whims of
old men

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Hope & Despair

disease,
poverty, war –
hatred and bigotry
everywhere; yet each day birds
still sing

-07/30/15[/cs_block_grid_item][/cs_block_grid][cs_block_grid type=”two-up”][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 1″]Bullies

bullies
online and off-
they hide from their demons
by becoming monsters themselves
in vain

-06/28/15[/cs_block_grid_item][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 2″]The Muse

lazy
fans overhead;
jazz guitar distant and
smooth – poetry emerges from
my pen

-06/06/15[/cs_block_grid_item][/cs_block_grid][cs_block_grid type=”two-up”][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 1″]Whiskey Drunk

whiskey
drunk; the excuse
we used to justify
sins south of our moral compass
last night

-05/23/15[/cs_block_grid_item][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 2″]Blame it on the Dog

oh god
that awful smell
can mean only one thing;
lying at my feet, my dog just
farted

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twenty
long years ago
you told me you’d die young
I thought you were morbid, but not
psychic

-05/21/15[/cs_block_grid_item][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 2″]Irony

amber
nectar that burns –
the whiskey on my breath –
fuels my rage, my lust, but weakens
my dick

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courage
fueled by whiskey
consumes and bolsters me –
I’m almost brave enough to call
you out

-05/21/15[/cs_block_grid_item][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 2″]Spirit Ride

somewhere
on unending
back roads of Nebraska
I left behind the ghost of my
cancer

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across
my hardwood floor
a centipede skitters;
those legs move with horrifying
intent

-05/15/15[/cs_block_grid_item][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 2″]My Scar

my scar
etiolate
but my vigor remains
I stand unbowed, unbeaten, and
alive

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the wind
that hits my face
and sun that warms my back
reminds me that happiness is
a choice

-07/29/13[/cs_block_grid_item][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 2″]Judge Not

they frown
at my tattoos
as I ride past their church;
I think if they had stones they would
cast them

-07/29/13[/cs_block_grid_item][/cs_block_grid][cs_block_grid type=”two-up”][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 1″]Airport Gift Shop

he is
an Apache;
he was once proud and fierce.
his eyes still blaze as he wraps my
trinket

-07/19/13[/cs_block_grid_item][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 2″]Facebook Law Degree

the trial
is over; the
debate’s just beginning
they’ve all just earned their Facebook law
degree

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it sways
in dying light;
the occasional seed
hitting the ground, frustrating that
squirrel

-07/22/13[/cs_block_grid_item][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 2″]Poltergeist

the man
who lives above
stomps, bangs his doors again
I wish he would realize he died
last week

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her smile
illuminates
the room. I reach to touch
her cheek; my fingers only smudge
the screen

-07/17/13[/cs_block_grid_item][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 2″]Humid Florida

that fog;
the transition
between inside and out.
first world problem for those who wear
glasses

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when they’re
eating my brain;
I hope they choke on my
fears, self-loathing, and mostly my
regret

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Given
to me for free;
a smile from a small child.
For a moment, I forget to
worry.

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Beneath
the tubes and wires,
past that frigid machine,
you’ll see the pleading eyes of a
human.

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My years,
draped across me,
are the color of Fall
and weigh heavily upon my
shoulders.

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They say
that we’re running
but we’re just migrating;
our hopes and our dreams are out there
somewhere

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guitar’s
wailing tonight;
long, slow, melancholy.
The only way he knows to say
goodbye

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Ocean
laps my bare feet –
a dog chases the surf.
The waves beckon as I grab my
surfboard.

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Greasy
plates and dirty
glasses cover the bar.
On the wall, near the ancient clock;
a roach.

-01/11/03[/cs_block_grid_item][/cs_block_grid][cs_block_grid type=”two-up”][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 1″]Diver

Hollow
breath in my ears –
pressure pushing my chest.
Swimming ten feet above me;
a shark.

-09/18/02[/cs_block_grid_item][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 2″]Filters

Filtered –
the universe
distilled by six senses;
each giving imperfect views of
my world.

-11/17/04[/cs_block_grid_item][/cs_block_grid][cs_block_grid type=”two-up”][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 1″]Discontent

To live
in harmony –
To exist without that
horrible restlessness in me
each day

-11/17/05[/cs_block_grid_item][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 2″]Diseased

Diseased,
sour and putrid,
festering attachment;
I haven’t got the strength to cut
you off.

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She sees
ghosts of the dead;
they keep her company.
In her darkest hour, they stand
by her.

-11/14/02[/cs_block_grid_item][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 2″]Goodbye

Until
you say goodbye,
I can keep pretending
that you’ll hold my hand forever.
Don’t speak.

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Alone
in the desert
of my sable anguish –
a solitary wildflower,
I weep.

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Humor,
or so I’m told,
is key to happiness.
Seems every time I try to laugh –
I cry.

-11/21/04[/cs_block_grid_item][/cs_block_grid][cs_block_grid type=”two-up”][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 1″]Tao Teh Ching: Lesson 11

vessel
made from red sand;
it is not your hard clay,
but your emptiness that makes you
useful

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Don’t know
where we are now;
don’t know how we got here.
All that matters is that I’m here
with you.

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Flightless,
antipodal;
hyperborean chill
forces them to squawk plaintively,
sadly.

-11/11/02[/cs_block_grid_item][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 2″]Piece of my Pain

You think
you can take a
little piece of my pain.
You can’t take it; it’s all that I
have left

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touching
an empty mug
with only wet tea leaves
hinting at the tangle of my
future

-8/20/2002[/cs_block_grid_item][cs_block_grid_item title=”Block Grid Item 2″]Tsunami

Bloodshot,
dull and swollen;
I wonder if you see
this horrid, raging, tsunami
in me.

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