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the slow stretches across the horizon
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Sounds terrific, but are there any strings attached?
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" I have no idea what's goin on out here, and I'm gonna find out one way or another."
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The thrum and the thrust//
have beaten conviviality out of me.
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From the movement of the silence and the stillness of the bells From all that stands unguarded in need of sentinels. My world concomitant with some other sphere, that refuses me admittance, elusive yet so near. A physical illusion, a blinding…
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just wondering what one does when age and job skills narrow one's career options
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All these poets with their wrinkled hands full of freshly poured over poems are driving me into the dried wheat fields like a black block of crows. Offering a collectable cigarette, they light the damned thing with another hand-rolled poem,…
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With small and fleshy hands/
I scratch at enigmatic stones,
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people keep trying to get me/ "out of the house"./ they see fun in me, and cool in me,/ and want to spend time with me,/ and i am flattered most sincerely./
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They’re young and haughty.
27’s still a long ways off.
They read about the famous,
not the dead.
Dusty dragonflies will not
land upon them,
and they are really only in love
with the dishwasher.
Now there’s a problem.
Poetry is dead,
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It's a business, after all, all are quick to remind us. True dat, and the sun always rises in the east and sets in the west, and death and taxes...yup yup, we know. We get it.
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Behind the plastic kitchen, where the special children sometimes sit, a large boy in tight dungarees had grabbed Stephanie's hair in one fist.
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We’ll just choke on all our shit
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The body does what a body must
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her knife cleaves a single red hair
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Michiko stood in front of Steinway Hall on West 57th Street.
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Purple fades.
Orange into a deeper blue...The deepest blue ever known.
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for spirits and demons have no life/
but what imagination gives
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A compliment is candy to the heartbroken, oxygen to a suffocating flame. The best hunter picks his prey carefully, selecting his line like an archer pulling an arrow from a quiver, quickly and efficiently, then flick! the line cuts through the air and…
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What shattering tranquility! Such a devastating hush! The flora in its element, the sky a flaccid red. Dreaming just a little, more or less awake, the people shift, capitulate, move like animated trees, dropping their leaves on pathways, on subtle …
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The renegade states- Virginia, Georgia,/
Texas, and the rest- should have lost their names
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as long as you have some snacks up there
I can be brave
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In my choppings, I come across a tiny carrot amidst the baby carrots. The runt if you will.
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the last, best//
analgesic--/
guaranteed
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And here’s a picture of you
at the end of the line
to the great toilet of
fiction, waiting to
relieve yourself, quick
before the poetry gets to you.
Or worse, the actual
poets.
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Certain disorders lend themselves to poetics.
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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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