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After the Hoopla

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It is imperfect,/ eroded by the optics// of light, space/ and orbital mechanics.

There There There

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i hear the boom boom boom in the room room room

The bamboo stick

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I no longer go for walks without my bamboo stick. Tightly held in my hand, thin and light, it beats the invisible particles which try to land on me and bite. My face is hidden as in shame under a rough gag, my hands are getting rusty, missing the touch of other hands. My…

Conversations with my brother

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Maybe it takes as much fortitude To forget As it does To remember.

Picturing Utrillo

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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.

Suite

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but most times/ it’s just improvisation// with phrases of unknown origin/ swirling in my head

Carapace

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He gathers our abusive fathers, our esophageal tears, our peanut fetuses.

Sideburns

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. . . quit being so rigid, open up to the pasta.

ORPHANS

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They wait for me every morningthese two furry four legged catswhen they hear my car,their eyes open wide and they nuzzle each otherin anticipationof the food I bring them

77 Words About Nothing (Triad)

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My mind has started to finish thoughts at 77 Words. These are just a few.

Metastasis

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I am eternal/ as long as the power holds

love poem for the homeless man who was killed on wednesday night

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it was your hands—caked with years-old clay & quaking from too much solitude

The Duke of Travel

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...he had that same grin, better than a racy French picture.

Catherine

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Love free of independence is a savage, hungry beast Phantoms grasping, sweating, gasping 'till her mind could not be freed

Lonely Hearts

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He didn't hide it. He told her he was a mortician when he called. He had responded to her ad in the Lonely Hearts section of the newspaper.

maybe, in winter

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I will wrap up in quilts that still smell of summer sun

I'm a Man of Few Words

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Of only there were more like you, I wouldn't be changing careers. And my drawings would still be in magazines, instead of on strange people's rears.

Oh, Clyde. I must be your Bonnie.

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This is the best kind of crime scene. Spattered like gore from gunshots, I'm left covered in trace evidence.

Witness

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The violin hung on the wall after that, a witness.

Footnote

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Weddings, engagements etc.

Jukebox

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Once a psychologist told me a story

The Judge's Wife

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Her pheromones were working overtime.

Gulf War

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Someone's ass should be kicked.

Cranshaw Engages in Debate

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They were discussing reincarnation, what animals they would come back as. "I'd be a vole," Cranshaw said. Is a vole even an animal? Connie asked.

To an Overly Helpful Husband of Advanced Age

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in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others

On the Deeper Slants of the Universe

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Everything makes sense.

Gorgeous World

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I’ve forgiven my mother; she didn’t know what she was doing. She heard voices, had visions. She imagined herself to be a prophet named Helen when her real name was Marge. When she learned she was pregnant with me she scored some Thalidomide from my gr

What I find

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is every word is a small step takenaway from you that arcs back to me likea mamba's mouth. I'm not going aroundin place so much as running in circles. You can see my devilry here. You arethe truth here and that makes me the lie. You'renew morning. I'm much, much more…

Poem for the Poet

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for Bill YarrowPoetry is a way of breathingagainst the enemy's chest withoutlosing consciousness again. Itis a ghost dance. Poetry is tobe determined by the plight of bees.Poetry is a waterfall ona mailing list. I've never tasteda finer whiskey than poetry.Poetry is half…

When Your Poem Becomes Self Aware

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Where will you hide? Because you know it Will seek you out for answers you might Only be asking for yourself. It Will send many students to stand outside Your apartment and chant your name. It will beg you to perform its birth Again to the…