Book of Aliases Updated Opener

Here is the update of the book description I just put on my Amazon author page:

Book of Aliases is the history of too much possibility within one person. It is an attempt to deal with the fragmentation of a puzzle where the pieces don’t all go together yet we somehow still manage to perceive ourselves as a cohesive single individual that other people should be able to understand just as well as we seem to think we do. All this is in spite of the fact that there are moments where we say to ourselves “wow, where did that come from” or “what did I do that for?” The best I can tell you is that it might help to understand that we are much more fragmentary then we think. Maybe if we can think of all these separate and, in fact disparate, parts of ourselves as dolls that all live in the huge mansion of our lives, we can quit the futile task of trying to make sense of ourselves. As you read the poems in this book, you can forget the questions and begin to focus instead on each of the parts, seeing each one of them as a kind of answer that we can grow to be comfortable with as we live in the now of the magical realm of poetry. It is important that we become comfortable with our parts and we forget about the necessity of making it all make sense because the truth is that we are fragmentary beings who live in a fragmentary world. It is my hope that this book will help you to do that!

laundry

I rarely write 5-7-5 haiku as that is such an artificial standard that was once imposed on writers in English but here is one anyway:

window ledge snow falls
sprinkling its white on the fresh
steaming sheet below

win

I've been exploring the themes that come under the heading of win at all costs. Here is my latest addition to that collection. This one explores the idea that changing our blood (doping, et al) is good and maybe even necessary from some kind of perspective. I hope you will enjoy!

win

i rise to a contest
its in my blood
years of sports training
starts with running away
starts with fear
as i get more confident
it becomes a taunt
you cant catch me
but theres still danger there
pumping new talent
through my veins

give a beating to
whip
stab defeat
leave staggering in the dust
incapacitate
knock out
but competition makes me better
with violent ways
but it brings out my skills
by being better than others

why cant we look within
for the one that we must best