he dreams of limp victims stepping out of the waves/ water draining from skin and hair

This caused a problem when some raccoons, skunks and a fox were found lingering on and around the premises (separately, of course).

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It was cold and clammy, but then it got worse. Far worse. Any opportunity to celebrate the unity and harmony of tolerance was soon cancelled.

"Think for yourself"--The BeatlesIt seems like years. Our adventure is long past your bedtime now. It has no real timeline for me. Maybe someday. Is that pain enough for you? You only become aware of it as you go, if you go. We were eager…

When I stopped drinking,the desire to write poems was gone.Remember this to be true.The black dog still waits in the distancenot far from the fence.I watch it and open the sliding windowsto let the winter air run amuck through my kitchen doorengulfing me with…

With whatever else physicists may learn . . . perhaps they will begin to see that the connections between the physical world and non-physical domains of existence have an explanatory power which has only barely been considered.

"...regurgitating double A's all akimbo."

Men and women, close and distant, angling for attention, or not. Glasses washed, stacked put in their place, cell phones on bar instead of cigarette packs.

“But he's going to the University of Chicago!” “I know.” …

Legitimacy is vorbei.

I went to see an audiologist this afternoon. He specialized in tinnitus. Good news for me. I've been plagued with tinnitus for 55 years. It started the morning after a catastrophic experience with LSD. It was there when I awoke in a padded room in a hospital in San José,…

The light was bright andthey sat on the railing of the long wooden bridge in the sun. She looked up at her father."Oh Daddy, where did you go?" she asked.He was young with black shinny hair blowing in the wind. "To Heaven, little girl,"She shook her head."What's…

what-ta-hell, fuck this/he snorts brushing/ the dust from his shoulders

Not a fuss, not a stink, The eulogy, deep, will make one think, Grandmother, sat in back, will wink

When silence makes his way next to me on the narrow path, I let his arm brush mine, and I stop singing with the birds. So, in the vast forest filled with songs and rustling, silence and I follow our path to the edge. Two tranquil strollers, meditating on the ancient voices…

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