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    Wired Weird
    Wired Weird
    Wired Weird
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    Wired Weird

    By TJ McLaughlin

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    Wired Weird is a collection of 37 poems featuring a range of topics and diverse stylings.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTJ McLaughlin
    Release dateJun 15, 2013
    ISBN9780966587913
    Wired Weird
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    TJ McLaughlin

    Born NYC I went to Catholic schools, grades one through eight and for my first year of high school. Then it was boarding school and finished senior year in public school. After graduating high school I went to drama school. I’ve worked as an actor, cab driver, bartender, bookie, cook, barista. I began writing as a teenager. My main influences have been Edward O. Wilson, Jacques Monod, Lewis Mumford, Kant, Nietzsche, Hegel among others. My religious beliefs were demolished by the train of thought stoked by the revelations of knowledge and my own introspection. I wrote and directed a short film and had a local access talk show for a couple of years. Living now in Massachusetts.

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      Book preview

      Wired Weird - TJ McLaughlin

      SOMETHING

      something

      came too quick upon them

      and dinosaurs disappeared

      now

      fossil fueled

      the road continues

      carcass strewn

      with gut squashed animals

      and wrecks of cars

      that something

      came too quick upon

      HISTORY

      all my history

      asks

      what future

      is there

      in my past

      the moment now

      is all

      and full

      though nothing

      and empty

      if only

      momentum

      from the past

      the past

      is so massive

      the future

      so slight

      and now

      is the crunch time

      for going forward

      or staying back

      THE CRANE

      erratically teetering

      the skeletal remains

      of a

      sky-scraping crane

      sunk deep

      in the empty pit

      of an

      architect's

      aborted dream

      reaches for the stars

      on the torn

      faded fabric

      atop

      its creaking

      rusting

      metal

      up in the air

      the high fluttering flag

      buffeted

      by ever changing winds

      desperately struggles

      to hold on to its place

      CONSUMED

      passed ignorance

      i'll bargain

      at fortune's crack

      for some love

      for some love i say

      for some

      i cannot be too greedy for love

      so consumed am i by its need

      i could never get enough

      i hold it close

      and let it drop by drop

      its sweetness over me flow

      to savor its nectar

      that cools the hot cramp

      that drives me into vacant

      darkness

      plunging forth

      blind wild

      for the chance to spend myself

      and have it given back

      to explode into wondrous sentiments

      and be made whole

      to meet in a flash flood of enlightenment

      and be reshapen in a worthy form

      TOWARD AND AWAY


      a moving toward

      and a moving away

      moving toward

      and away

      toward and away

      that is all

      all

      there is

      quarks

      move toward

      and away

      galaxies too

      and oceans

      to the shore

      toward and away

      as you and I

      move

      toward

      and away

      toward

      and away

      OUR LIVES

      our lives

      slender threads

      weaving a tapestry

      we never see

      REFLECTION

      a mirror

      an image

      strange

      and untrue

      shatter it

      an image

      familiar

      but who

      GOBBLE

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