Take a Chance, This Year Off

come back soon 

come sooner than later 

come back soon

take it far 

take it wide

gather your senses

collect them how you please 

come back soon and don’t forget me

here’s a dime for every dollar 

here’s a coin for what you’ve spent 

here’s a bit for you and me 

take it closed

take it opened

collect the silver 

save it when you can 

here’s a little something to get you there 

maybe I can help in the end 

it may be that I can

maybe I can move 

to be a part of something new

the beginning is written and sown

maybe I can help the middle grow

been there before 

been there before 

yet again

been there before

take it long

take it far 

sow up my seams

gather my threads 

to make it back when

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To Shim

where brook trout surface

in baritone river rains, 

where fox prey,

and jackals await

dressed in morning’s ballistics

as firing squads take aim.

‘neath The Moon Rabbit, 

cleared by crowds drunk with virtue, 

screaming for Śakra 

in final sighs of autumn’s jade dawn

I send this signal to you,

to share in our memories of saccharin-skin armor, my brave brother,

negotiating peace with toy soldiers,

playing dead from sticks and walnut hand grenades.