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Maybe in this modern

world, we’re not meant

to be happy. Stop

drugging ourselves numb


to the world this is dying.

Sealions exit their sea –

for lack of food and

heated waters, enter


CA diners and beg

for cheeseburgers.

Not long until the food

chain infractions reach us;

but Soma makes us


wait and just see

what will be without

any effort to stop it.


These aquatic mammals

sent to assure

us, the world is dying,

but we’re too polluted

to care.


This is Poem #17 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.
This poem was a response to a news item that I’d recently encountered.  The drawing below accompanied the first draft.
I appreciate your feedback as these poems are not “finished,” and I intend to go back into many of them in the future.


I was tethered

But floating for months.

Work can do that to you.


I had a weak radio

Signal – thank God – but

I couldn’t bring me home


Just yet. Check ignition

and may God’s love

be with you.  I’d hoped


To make Sunday’s service,

But floating with no

Sunday best, it was impossible.


Somedays the tether

Was so taut

It would not let


Me float away and Doctor

Said drugs would

Bring me home


From this malfunction.


Can Earth fix me –

NASA help – when


I left my tools

On the kitchen counter

Next to a tall glass


Of water, waiting

To be sipped and instructions

So difficult for me


To follow?


Poem #5 of the Poem (almost) Everyday Project. These are second drafts of  pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. Feel free to give useful critique.


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