TWO STEPS FORWARD, ONE STEP BACK– V, di J. Martin Dean

J. Martin Dean

TWO STEPS FORWARD, ONE STEP BACK– V

dead dog parish

I thought for sure I was dejected,

but in slipped

a delusion of grandeur,

victory—

I garnered admiration,

made people proud.

More time in the puddle,

that’s what’s needed.

Help me to my feet here

and I’m biting your hand.

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SELF IMMOLATE (1)

Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,

NO WAY, JOSÉ

You can get better, or you can get worse, or you can stay the same. But you can’t change. Nope!

MIDDLEMAN

Think you’re doing something? Thing you’ve got some power? You can walk on coals, swallow poison and live, but who is at the helm

THE WAY THE COOKIE CRUMBLES

With a sword karma sets straight what’s veered. By her sword does Justice dispense simply

THERE THEY GO, THERE THEY GO

Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.

CHUMP, CHANGE

S, I gotta tell you, this sixty-five cents is worse than a lump of coal. I pray the remover of obstacles

CITY OF PYRAMIDS

“Didn’t I tell you to love everyo… Love everyone. That’s my only business. No small feat, but I have all of eternity.

DON’T WORRY ‘BOUT IT

There is a stream of what could have been which flows on with the same rate and newness of what is.

HORSESHOES AND HANDGRENADES

Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.

BOOK OF NAMES

A Sacred Site has a genealogy, a pedigree of constituents whose good wisdom and charitable insight are markers enough

IN HIS SLEEP HE SAW LOVE, GLORY AND WEALTH APPEAR TO HIM

I imagined every venerable thing b… from being beaten until I had no b… and living in utter desolation, po… to having tangible things, good ta… Land and Gold.

MERCENARIES

Forget shoplifting, not pushing your cart back to the cart-corral is the true crime. Amazing,

I AIN’T CRAZY

Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift

OH, WHAT I’D GIVE FOR IT TO BE FRIDAY

Blameless is the working man Who can tell him, ‘put aside your drink!’ And what do I do but lay pavers?

WHAT IS AND WHAT AIN’T

Want nothing from people and receive their myriad blessings… Expect from them and find an empty well. Eat less than a ghost

J. Martin Dean

TWO STEPS FORWARD, ONE STEP BACK– V

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