"Every man is born as many men and dies as a single one"
- Martin Heidegger
The Baseball Player
The ball is a red stitched magic trick
flung by an untamed shoulder
traveling at highway speed limits.
The bruise left when my back
found its feet too flat to move
screamed a father's fist.
"Take one for the team" they told me,
it's worth one quarter of an all for nothing run
in a 21-3 loss we aren't allowed
to keep track of.
The Astronaut
The deck of a model ship the exact size
of the Santa MAria rocks back and forth
like a tree branch in a light breeze.
My toes grip the soles of my shoes
afraid of the wood giving way to ovcean.
That moment sticks to my brain
when crossing bridges, when flying,
when looking up at night.
The Singer
I was born without my father's voice
The Philosopher
It is hard to say anything new
in a world with Youtube and FaceBook.
Everyone posts their thoughts
less so everyone can read them
more for proof that they thought it.
We are less unique when we are allowed to talk
too much.
The Badass
My father taught me that speaking
like a mountain rock slide
scares everyone into running far enough
to never hear what you have to say.
The Musician
The strings do not sing like an ink pen
at midnight.
I played too many songs I did not write.
Classical music is the only kind
that is played and not covered.
The Regretful
There are mistakes in everyone's chapter.
We cannot pick out each one
and attempt to grow a better tree out of our own heads.
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