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I arrived empty-handedDeparting after sunsetPockets full of regretImages of fresh woundsecho long past healingBut I assume forgottenJust some fading ghostDeparting empty-handed

mirror

an old man looking at his face in a mirror recalls looking in a mirror in high school and asking what he will look like when oldnow wondering how did that young face lookafter the rivers valleys whetstone of daystwisting path now seems a sublime geodesic

surreal

nine tenths of the armies lost their pens
and had to break chocolates for breakfast

nine tenths of my heart dreams of seville
riding the streetcars that circle her bed

as detectives prod their grisly valentine

motto

Sean’s name came from the fact that for generations the firstborn male was named John (even though Jason theoretically holds that position), and someone had to break that tired tradition — not by petulance, but rather a return to Irish roots. Another reason is that ‘Sean’ also has a Chinese homophone, meaning ‘kind.’ (Hence, Bo… Continue reading →

a simple song

This is a simple song, It’s not too deep, and not too long. When my mind gets rollin’ like a loaded diesel train, One sure way to slow it down and keep it somewhat sane Is a simple song. This here’s a simple song, May be right, it may be wrong. When the earth gets… Continue reading →