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tomorrow’s tornado was
onerously yesterday’s monsoon.
ready the colo(u)r weather radar! and
now back to our regularly scheduled program.
a whirling-swirling, spinning-swerving tale of
desire that 

only these two (unrequited?) lovebirds will ever know.

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monsoon, that unlikely color
of love, brings death and destruction to
numerous areas abutting great
seas and deep
oceans,
of course. that said, i would
never rule out swimming through one to get to you.

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sharks are considered anti-colorful for the way they jump
high and dry out of the water, which otherwise keeps them
alive. humans are more similar to
rodents, scuffling about, tails in the air, the veritable
kings of the subways. and each trash bin is home to a rat’s true love.

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jesus!
am i just being
seismically and
menacingly (maniacally)
irritable? or. oh. (breathe it all in) i am absolutely
not that. it’s only that i’m one half of an
ecstatic couple caught snug betwixt the
     snaggled shark-teeth of long-distance love.

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is this because it’s just a blasé day? or am i just
caucasian. don’t answer that, hunny. the
endless ways in which we

can say white. when i’d just rather say, hey,
are we going to that exhibit tomorrow. how about a walk in the
park? sf isn’t just diverse, it has so many verdant parks. with views. gorge.

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nose to nose in the pitch black of my
imagination is not the worst place to be with you.
good night would sound so much better than any cliche were i to
hear it from you, with all of the vibrations from your
throat & body: an energetic pulse-zip that starts at the tip of my schnozz.

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surely, this is the most
understated of all of these
numerous hues, especially as they
show us hotly and with focus on our most amorous.
how deft a color to enlighten! plus, it shoots as (with) my middle name!
if a vibrant cupid shards of my middle name. nothing’s more symbolic
nor as giddily warm as a heart filled with never-
ending love.

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money is such a pathetically
onerous thing to have to spend
real time frenzying about. but to have
nought of
it is to stay in place. to go
nowhere. and you know where that isn’t
going. it isn’t

getting us anywhere nearer to each other.
love is an absurd thing, isn’t it? how our love is kept apart is revolting. so,
our pact, which we’ve each forsworn we’ll not deign
renege: you and i shall be in the same room before the sun rises upon another
year (and this we will do!).

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talk to me of the shame of
having to wear it
endlessly, wherever, everywhere.

scary. i want to believe we are better. but we are
cowards. why isn’t
anyone standing up to these crooked fascist-wannabes.
really, i ask this question, wondering. maybe it needs to be me.
love is the answer, i want to say, with an
ebullience that cannot be denied. but that makes me as much a
traiter as our purported legislators, our supreme court.

love is the answer to what? an
escape, for certain. sure. is
that what i’m aiming for here? would it make me so
terrible? yes, i suppose it would. or
else i’m on to something with this escape.
rev up the engine, hunny, we’re getting the hell out of here!

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del begins this piece, of course.
rightly so? well,
i am the author of this compendium,
for whatever it’s worth. how might it
take on a new skew? the love of two people
will tell the story,
of course. but how to delve deeply, even as the
overall trend is service.
del ends the piece, of course, but with his same love, w/in and w/out.

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“’allo, del.” “hi,hunny” “i have a
  question for you.” “shoot.”
 “um, [del makes a fishy-face, says “boycott walgreens!”]
  are you gonna write any more of those
  rip-rockin’ romantic colour ditties you’ve been posting.”
 “i thought this was going to be my last for now. but am i
  understanding you correctly that you, perhaps, want to
  see more.” “yeah!” “then of course i’ll do some more of them.”

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how am i doing? you might ask.
excellent, i might reply.
i’d be lying, and
rather extremely, at that. sure, i’m a
liar.
or so my reputation would assert (right?).
only, aren’t we all? i always say, and
most aggressively,

that we are, each and every
one of us. but what has me in such a foul
mood? you might
ask. nothing, really. except a(nother) serious obstacle just arose regarding
that
one thing that would erase the distance between us.

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it’s delightful
to come across this lovely ‘colour.’

talk about (finally!)
appropriate! apparently it’s as red as a
kiss. (dare i say it? why not?) as an
endless kiss (endlessly). with you, of course. so
scrumptious (oh, i’ve no doubt). just

to bring up dancing of any kind, especially
with you, however
onerous it might be, given the literal impossibility—

temporarily,
of course—nevertheless puts me in such a del-icious

twist of desire that
at this very moment, cooking my dinner for one on my almost
negligible stove, i’m
giddy as hell over the imminence 

of countless dinners for two. (and dancing with you) 

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so, i’ve been [in such denial.  what is my problem?]
all about this business of finding [besides, of course]
work. the kind that brings [you to me or me to you]
dollars, right? [long, painful pause] i have had an
unprecedented amount of interviews [so much focus, only this]
since last july. but nothing yet. i keep my chin up [exhausted] since
this is, of course, the thing that keeps us on separate hemispheres.

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 god said
“adam” and he (god/adam) was
 randy. and the evening and the morning were a horny
 day. “del, you’re
 effusively blasphemous,” god said, to
 no

 one, in particular
”finally,” though del, who despised

 eden eternally (endlessly).
“del,” queried adam, “are you taken?”
“endlessly (eternally), said the stout, egg-headed, red-faced
 nubbin of an elder man.

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hey,
one day,
me and you,
endlessly.

by the way,
aren't we
something?
endlessly.

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exactly what color is euphoria?
unknown to me. i can envision a few
particularly pleasant
hues with which i, personally,
on the off-chance that it was
requested of me to do so, might associate it.
i know very little, when push comes to shove, 

about anything at all, especially ecstasy & love.

        (*wink wink*  good morning, hunny!)

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orange you glad is, respectfully, as i
recall, an advertisement,
a marketing campaign for florida orange juice, i think?
not a color.
go figure. although, i’ve always found orange to be an
exceptional hue. and speaking of exceptional,

you light up my morning by becoming awake.
of course, only you can do this. and, by the way, please
understand that i’m being unnecessarily snarky. i

got this box of so-called ‘paint chips’ that i’m
loving—i guess it’s a game?—but i’m using the ‘chip’ ‘colors’ that
appear on each card in the box to structure these acronymic love
ditties. and while some have been a bit off-color, the project has been del-
           ightful.

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paramour,
you
repeatedly
amaze
me.
i
do.

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sleeping now? you’re

pretty handsome, pretty and handsome and

i love you. looking at you now,

reverently,

i can’t help but

think about tomorrow. i



repeat, but inside my head, you sleeping,

our future. that kind of

certainty. what do your dreams

know when you open your eyes?

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melts in the mouth a bit like
a tongue, i prefer to imagine.
reddest red in existence, at least
according to these eyes, as i
sit here like a pitted, sugary
cherry that’s been plopped down the
hatch and gulped.
i can almost taste you. and
not just the essence of a virtual lover,
oh, no. i mean the real deal. and i’m as jubilant as jubilee.

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cheek-to-cheek like we’re
having the time of our
endless lives dancing
endlessly.
seizing the moment.
enraptured like newborn

puppies. it’s the
ultimate in cheesy, your
fantasy that i’ve given you today, it being my
fantasy, of course. how lovely to share these things we reach for together.

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evergreen. which, unlike some previous choices, is an actual color, like
verdant, and is also apropos—a symbol of hope and of life—for this series which
enriches this decades-long set of anachro-biographical poems, because i’m
regaling tales of love, yes, to whomever (my
gratitude to you all, most especially if you
really do
exist) might stumble upon any of these acronymic pieces, this small batch of
episodic ditties set herein are but a few vague meanderings of what had been
nonexistent for what felt like forever. until 3.5 years ago when life began anew.

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most often remembered as that
unruly, discomforting pip that gets
stuck somewhere between one’s teeth in
toothpaste commercials of the past, it is a seed one might
associate vaguely with
relish and hot
dogs which is somehow the seedpod of a

somewhat pungent spread or condiment which can be spread or more
effortlessy (now) squeezed over those rather phallic, awkwardly
endearing, tongue-scorching
dels (as in short for delicacies). those microwavable dogs of love.

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so let’s say the colors
i have been randomly drawing from this box
set of ‘paint chips’ – which i have been using as inspiration to spin a
yarn, so to speak. i mean, well, more of a truthy tale, a bit of
pithy bon mots about our nearly three and
half year adventure as a pair of star-crossed lovers – individuals who have a
universe of distance between each. And, well, let’s say that each card’s reveal
stupefies. rather than underscoring all of the joy we’ve so palpably experienced,

   each card’s tinctured word or phrase poses, rather, a veritable paradox in this,

   our unlikely yet overly-pleasant and often giddy, union, is a pair of twin boy

s’ box of conflict, of unmet needs or impossibilities, that when mouthed aloud

seem to accentuate and encompass a negativity, to put it mildly. do we just

blame the cards? do we simply poopoo the pretty box
of inspiration we so proudly picked up at blick’s just
under a month ago now, thinking what a
lucky find, what a brilliant
development in a quest to gleefully and publicly conjoin, so as to make of

   our erstwhile mostly depressing tales this gorgeous and

endlessly defiant unity: a public force representing what has otherwise been

   our seemingly meaningless lives.  and which, now that we have taken such a
   bold leap to better ourselves in front of god and community, show us
   together, amongst our community, a heretofore unseen and unknown beauty, 

   a bold new optimal pair,
represented upon this silver-ringed plinth that serves as a precipice of hope,
   which is also a tasty and many-tiered cake of what can be. and so, upon
   this tiny dais upon which we stand, represented so prettily, and in such
   extreme counterpoint to most all of what we, individually, once were, we are
   now memorialized here, no matter what we have thus far been revealed to 

   be.  we give you this new us: a miniature and idealized plastic pair
   that is stuck atop the muck of the rest of our stories, the ones we
   have sculpted so elegantly and so deceptively into what is, rest assured, a
   scrumptious and complex tiered cake which symbolizes more than
   just the twisting of ourselves into this unrecognizable and enchanting
   knot, but one that magically ties all of the loose ends of our last few
   years, of all that we were, of the blemished, death-defying, mostly 

   exhausted, and sometimes even mind-numbingly dull existence into this 

   perfection which today we so extravagantly celebrate.

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such is the lot i get, trying to say a few words about
our love, but yet randomly picking these, many of them most
uncolorful, and lately more often than not negative or seemingly
rude colors, if that is possible, when i’m using this little device to

generate a few lyrics about the most pleasant, most appropriate (except...?)
romance i myself have ever been fortunate to be
a (these grapes are far from sour)
part of. except what? nothing, really. or have you figured it out yet?
endlessly (thus far, as in the best is by far yet to come)
separated. so to speak. but not for long. and not to diminish a minute of it.

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classed-out, top-hemispheric
older fellow
falls in love with another
fellow: optimist, zoomer, yet southern-hemi
epitome of uncaffeinated (opposites attract)
empathy – will this frog ever kiss his prince?

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 do we really know what color dinosaurs were?
 i am suspicious of this, for some reason. 
 nor do i feel good thinking of our love as
“old.” but why is that? has it
 stood the test of time? put that way, and thus far,
 absolutely! and so it is that we
 understand things—including semantics—with complexity. surely they’re a
 reasonable reminder that while we are alive, there is plenty to celebrate.

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bingo! it’s a right and
real and regal color. colour!
only
no one knows. hey, did you hear?!
zzzzz!
endlessly.