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Khmer Rouge

Cambodia
Prison camp S-21
Angkar kills but does not explain

your blood bleeds into my veins
so I can feel your pains
whatever god you pray to
beg for deliverance.
in the good old USA we are
unaware of unseen suffering.
Usually but not always.
we met at a wedding and
you shared your story
in broken English until
I understood that you
had been in the killing fields.

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Memories

Memories

  In a box in an attic are my memories.
  They smell old and are yellowed;
  Fragile in aged hands as I hold them.
  Distant parts of me come back to life.

  I see a boy hitting a baseball in the dirt.
  I see awkward dance lessons as a kid.
  I smell pizza my sister bought me with
  babysitting money. She was my sanctuary.

  There are summers at the pool with chlorine
  eyes and sexual awakening with Patty 2 piece.
  Midwest heat and storms and lazy discovery.
  Greenhills, Ohio. The center of my universe.

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A Poet's Chemistry

My poetry starts with nicotine.
     After awhile I mixed in alcohol.
     Catholicism is a main ingredient.
     Puberty is a wicked mix of Absinthe.
     Next I add a father broken from war.
     My mom could be friend or betrayer.
     I had to maintain a delicate balance
     between being real or just amusing.
     Amusing is easy. Real is impossible.

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A Poem To Michael With Cancer

We are defined by many things in our lives.
  You're a good son. A great older brother.
  An eagle scout and crazy ass metal guitarist.
  A firebug and science nerd and my neighbor.

  I know cancer is devastating and destroys.
  Loved ones become targets for loose anger.
  There's only one ending. Life or death.
  Your victory is remaining Michael.

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Moonshine In a Champagne Flute

Moonshine in a Champagne Flute 

  I'm a midwestern boy from Cincinnati.
  Raised to fear the lord and say "Mam".
  Grew up modest but never in need of nuthin'.
  Ended up in Alabama and met my next wife.

  She's a firestorm and a summer breeze.
  She knows everything; cures my ailments.
  She set me straight when our girl despaired
  and wanted to abandon college to come home.

  I am confused at times, not sure if she's
  too highfalutin for her own good.
  She's my anchor, my yin to my yang.  
  She's a jelly jar full of champagne.

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Yellow Brick Road

Yellow Brick Road

As angels go Dorothy was my favorite!
she saw within our hearts. She knew the 
possibilities. She helped us believe
in ourselves.
She laughed the hardest, she loved us all, 
she guided this lost soul into a place of peace.
We miss you very dearly.

Thoughts from the scarecrow, tin man and cowardly lion!
And your little dog too!
I'll find you at the end of the yellow brick road.

Love to our dear friend, Dorothy Rengsdorff.

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My Fantasy

You pose for me from time to time
   I sketch you with my words.
   Perfect curves angles and shadows.  
   Sun frames hair in a halo;
   cheekbones of a movie queen;
   Cleopatra smile of yours
   brings me to my knees.
   You stop time.
   I see forever
   in your eyes.

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Prayer For Uncle Reggie

Too young for bars, but thirsty.
  Uncle Reggie owned a beer joint so
  we went in and had beers carte blanche.
  He was upstairs dying of cancer.

  We went up for an impromptu visit. 
  He and his woman in a small room.
  He was in bed weak with sickness.
  We made small talk then escaped.  

  We went downstairs; one for the road.
  Everything I drank then tasted bitter.
  One day we'll all be in that bed upstairs.
  May God rest all of our souls.  Amen

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Catholic Ptsd

At war with my soul for years
  since I was a an innocent child.
  Born with original sin, never
  had a chance with a stacked deck.

  Seven deadly sins my enemy.
  After puberty under constant
  barrage of heavy artillery.
  Pleasure can't breach ramparts!

  Maps useless, terrain unrecognized,
  Holy water torrents destroy minds,
  drive men insane with guilt.
  We crawl to confession seeking

  a place in line to heaven.  All
  we see is the horror of this war
  waged against us in our innocence.
  We can never forgive ourselves.

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Dying Out of Context

It was an antiseptic space. The doctor said
   something I couldn't quite hear because the
   clock over her right shoulder had a second
   hand that sounded like firecrackers each tick!

   I heard stage 4, in your blood, invading your
   entire body, maybe 3 months. The noise grew
   louder. Each tock became a bomb in a warzone.
   Deafening. PTSD. I was freezing and shaking.

   My girl just turned 2. Collateral damage.
   It wasn't my turn! What kind of god does this?
   I thanked my doctor for my death sentence
   and went home to live with my fading family.