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I was in life, in my dream. I was feeling around underneath your clothing. My fingers were shining in the underwater afterlife of memory, searching for those lovely nipple-sized mollusks. I lived in a land somewhere between the past and the future. Now
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I can do the hot coals, no problem.
Or, your love, eyes closed.
Or your sneer, spank,
suffering, resentment, rejection.
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“There is a fine line between love and hatred.” This was what his closest friend, Bob Sanders, had said to him many years ago. And it had finally and irrevocably proven to be so.
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My eyes are wide open. I look like a graphic novel. My world is black and white. I’m poorly drawn. All sounds have an exclamation point.
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On Friday evenings they play Scrabble, a whole crowd of them. They use books to keep score, page numbers, instead of a long column of pencil scratches. They organize themselves into teams; the English majors all together, versus biology, history and horn players. She and he…
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Roanne, just out of jail, went to cop. That is, she went to beg fat little Freddy the dopeman to front her once more. She'd have to fuck Freddy, of course, but, well, maybe he'd wait until after this time. Likely not…
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One day, my feet and hands got into an argument. My feet argued that they were superior because they were not only the foundation of my body, but the cause of its mobility. They were modest in size, yet supported and transported an entire body that towered over them.…
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We entered the castle at dawn. The dim light feebly illumined an array of antiques and medieval weapons. Bats dangled from the high vaulted ceiling, enfolded in membranous wings. What were once chandeliers radiating light were encrusted with webs and the ancient wax…
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But behind the shops (and the many pubs), at the back of the narrow cottage fronts which line the wynds are secret courtyards, surprising gardens and more light than ever imagined.
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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The laptop has ruined the sanctity of the library. And so I get up and go see Queen Jane.
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I remember sitting there on the first unfinished rooftop, watching you building houses out of words. You hammered in grammar and punctuation; you said these things needed to be hammered in by hand. You drove the long straight exclamation …
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I was watching the bustling crowd below, sipping on a teacup full of Victory Gin when the scream, no a howl, cut through the murmuring of footsteps and telescreens.
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Compartments trickle together/
in light diffuse and unreliable./
Fortify yourself against the day.
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...when they entered eager lungs hungry from deep and sweaty love
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Would we have been satisfied with a humble butter sculpture of a cow in 1960? Puh-lease! Would Parisians of the Impressionist era swoon over a big-eyed child picture?
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Of flowers there Are none In June No sun Upon my cheek The gentle breeze Stirs me not The smiles They cloud my vision Birds they Sing their songs But I hear Them not When tears Rain down My heaven.
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Sometimes my poems escape. They crawl out through my Wi-Fi connection, I suspect.
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—Strip down to your shorts. Put on this gown, open to the rear.
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It’s Independence Day. But I’m not feeling independent.
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In the next week or two, the red oak/
will loose and lose its leaves
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When I slip through the seams I return to the same place.
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We were talking in the dark in my room. He lay on a mattress on the floor. He came for a sleepover.
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At some point we all reach the end point/
of something. Something important/
if only to our fragile self esteem.
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let’s press our words into the clay/
in language so completely dead/
we have to re-imagine it.
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Oh my god - A plagiarizing pony - I know someone must have said that before
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Miracles don’t happen to the poor.
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He invited her in for a Martini and she graciously accepted.
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