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Introducing
HR Creel

 


 

All Human

 

when they hang us
like stars or moons
beat us like livestock
lead us around by our necks
lay us down like an enemy’s
babies for a long sleep

 

when they do such things
we must say
we are all human
see my eye and your eye

 

the same.

 

 

a black line

 

Wear

 

This life has worn
us, but we are the course
material that stays longer,
we last, we endure,
in spite of what others
may wish.

 

 

a black line

 

Dam

 

I stopped the flow
of my heart today,
allowed my emotions
to well inside, until
a familiar sound like
the chirp of a bird
made me burst through.

 

 

a black line

 

Clock Cleaner

 

An old man
has crafted the universe,
has crafted me,
his imperfect vessel,
he who attends to all
the moving pieces, dusting
each spinning wheel.

 

 

a black line

 

Shadow Shade Afternoon of Raging

 

My mind is a tomb
of endless wandering ghosts.
A girl on the bus whose look
lingered too long. A crazed set
if eyes in the newspaper.
Gillian Flynn having a coffee
with Raymond Chandler.
Magazine photos helping me
find patience in waiting rooms.
Trips I would like to take.
Questions like Who am I living
for. Jesus salesmen handing me
brochures about paradise.
An endless afternoon parade
of clowns, Tigers, and elephants
raging in my small brain pan.

 


a black line

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