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Love Is All You Get

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"All these people," Rammstein complained, "seems all they wanna do is write about love, and sex along with it, you know? And I think it's because it's all feelgood shit; you know, your sweet baby loves you, and he or she's hot as Angie or Brad, and…

Lionheart

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It has been two days since nearly seven billion people have gained some extent of super powers and I figure it will only be one or two until they tear this planet asunder. I have had to move from my third story loft and take refuge in the basement of my apartment complex.…

Virgo

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I said he was cold. I said I like cold.

Changes

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She was sitting in her swivel chair talking to a girl who was her younger image, ... “Well, there you go, I’m a fire sign and you’re an earth. That’s just the way it is.”

The Beethoven Delusion

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"It is my argument that a pious fraud has been perpetrated so as to subject mankind to the most humiliating of intellectual enslavements."

Climate Change

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Every year I have a birthday, and every year another of my friends succumbs to cancer or suicide. That's a shitty gift. That is devoutly not to be wished.

rewind...

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here’s the deal… sorrow follows tears… pain later for the happiness now… is the joy something we only borrow…?

The New Girl

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She’s new, with the enthusiasm of a new person. And everyone wants the new girl.

Matchbox Car

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Clatters and clatters ensued, and the splash destroyed all denial.

Losses in Translation

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One/ can’t always trust the eye and ear// in such matters but what can one do?/ Mistakes will be made.

Cairn

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Your cairns/ are litter in the streets

One in the Numberless Series of Requiems

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We perform our chosen duty— naming/ beauties and atrocities within

Not Writing

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I don't look like other poets. / People hardly believe it when I say / "I write poetry, sometimes. / During lonely evenings."

1973, what I wanted

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Not the torn magazine page, not the smell of ink, not the sweat of palm nor the froth of irish spring

PROMISES

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There was a bird on the windowsill, a sparrow, its silhouette backlit by a view of Uptown. She remembered many sparrows during her forced trips to Mercy Hospital...That was all over now...

Nothing Much

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As a boy, he had little hope of ever becoming anything.

Jazz Torn

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Lungs bursting in the alleyways trying to keep with the beat.

Third Shift

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Some great, doubtless precious; some hollow, likely empty; some only shards, but you never know...

Barking at the Moon's Silhouette

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We took our turn at the younger stage. One good turn deserves another and all that crap. But does it always have to strong-arm the world's latest lovers apart with so much pushed and shoved ultra violence?So far…

Head in the Clouds

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Damn, the light turned green on me. Wasn't ready.

Boise Poetry Slam

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The boy buckled in and told his mom, “No mommy, I can do it myself”

Meticulous

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Have you measured the cups, the conveyors' yield? Do you know the span? I am the LORD your God, she murmured.

The Etymology of Fun

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Tell people of substance the truth.

They Wanted Songs about Love but Got Idle Chatter.

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Granddad listened to Elvis and then he would talk more or less the entire night. “Mystery Train” was Sam Phillips' song. Then Presley recorded it, but did it up different, sounded much faster so you could feel your hair blow back a bit. …

Sunday Morning Series- 4: Roast Lamb of God

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Squeeze the Word into Flesh

November 6th

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Need not remember, the 6th of November.

Startled by Towels

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I woke up when the smoke alarm insisted. Either the curtains were on fire or I hadn't changed the battery.

Stellar

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After our first kiss, a team of scientists scrubbed away the cancer of your lipstick.

A Broken Frame

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The photograph has no date,but these are my long-ago kin,ancestors just before the boat,six stone-faced on the English shore,sepia on cardstock under glassstill clear in severe, dark clothesexcept one who has been markedout, maybe with black wax,which runs to the bottom…

Yet More from The Chronicles of His Demise

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The Muse//has used/ me up