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one season slips into another
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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“Mescaline occurs naturally in our bodies, you know,” I said.
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I am so happy to see winter almost gone
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Columbus Avenue, I’m the tense union of poor city rich city/
gentrification.
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We would walk to the gallery opening along the Highline, looking in all the windows in the evening, hoping to see life as it’s lived in the moment, the flesh, the mystery, with all the clothes of unreason removed, hoping to see the exposed nipple and the
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They were all sitting naked in a sauna and drinking Diet Coke, with droopy ball sacks and sweat rolling over massive man titties and paunches. Yahweh sat on an upper bench, wearing dark goggles to protect his eyes from the brightness of his own still radi
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Sun strikingGolden snow glistens Across empty fieldsLong winter shadowsTrees like fingers The morning in their grasp
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Sunlight and the small wind/
swallow the frost/
on rooftops and windshields
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I used to compare her to a sunburnthe first of the summerit is always the worst oneexposed skinalmost hot to the touchturning warm and pinkthen raw and redit is a transition that is effortlessbut still you can feel it happeninga lot like loveyou can feel it all around…
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She thrust her proboscis through seven layers of dermis and began to suck, filling her belly with his Welbutrin and Xanax infused blood.
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The rhythm of my breathing
is a litany of regret.
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Inspired by the photographic work of Susan Lipper. Grapevine series, 1988-92.
http://susanlipper.com/gv_23.html
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Elvis on a Saturday night in Hades sings
deadlines and parlour tricks
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We do the work of fixing people like him?
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Observe the withered/
head atop the pole.
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Squeeze the Word into Flesh
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What does God find abhorrent?
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But if He makes you happy, stands/
as bulwark against the vast, indifferent/
and deadly universe, then cling to Him
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Go diddle in the sand//
to save some other sinner/
a death of stones.
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I learned He was a Schmuck when, on/
the mountaintop, with Abraham,/
I waited on His call: one Isaac, neat.
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feeding the lions, tigers
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How they all beat the small drum/
of the word within the world
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Poems reflect their poets. /
Mine: ugly but loved. /
It is just as well.
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Held tight during the week, clouds now cast off their burden, flinging down a drag-net of sleet.
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Momma’s hands smell of vanilla.
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First was the end of the month Sunday morning picnic. Well, Not first - there was more. Something Before then. But, You looked different with wind in your Hair and Never the same again. The mud on your skirt matched my thoughts. You'd fallen, I'm sure, and I…
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Sundays I drive her to the cemetery to visit her husband of fifty years. I've had her for two, and when I tell her I love her as much as he did, she laughs. I have to hold her elbow and help her over the bumpy grass. Today it's raining and we brought just one umbrella, so…
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“plain before my eyes” said he eyes swathed in bandages covering sight
oozing yellow fluid is this life thought i
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