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The beer on the shore is
Lapping at the foam of memory
And I can’t sit still
Until I take my pill
Karma Wash, Hog Wash and Swill
I went to the top of the heap
At the bottom of the Hill
I saw a bum’s sign that read:
“Will eat dog food for
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There are lines//
across time, beyond the tug/
of elections and fashion,/
beyond the turbulence of history
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Somehow, I have your body,
but you’ve gone missing.
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ghosts are local plagues/of unexpended grief—tears/can't be bodiless.
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I lounged in my captain’s chair growing a beard. Things continued in this way and then the president called.He wanted to know the meaning of virtue.
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Friday night, a bar downtown, beneath the swirling dots of disco lights, seated at a table by the door, I come across a Cheerleader from my high school days, having a Martini with the Quarterback she married. Even in forgiving light, …
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next time i come around i want to be a redwood.
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He did not hear her enter the room...
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I imagine you in the States,
pushing stacks of work papers and our memories
to the side, sense your enjoyment that
you won’t see the worry of your
behavior reflected in my eyes again.
That you can buy and bang and be
whomever you want,
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See the hair
Know the hair
Remove the hair
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Follow the money. It seeks/
the lowest of the low and finds them here/
in an embarrassing abundance.
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Sometimes he could feel so small he believed he could fit through the eye of a needle.
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I threw my hand / at the gearshift/
the car glided off.
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this is where we end --
the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.
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“I don't want to talk about this right now.” “Oh you don't want to…
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The Circle of Four looked at the little girl’s back, and they could almost see the wings, but it could never take shape because of her heart.
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we share somewhat the same past
he was bureau chief of ABC overseas
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We are prisoners of anticipation.
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The piss monster looks for clues of its childhood in the stains it leaves behind on the furniture.
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She smacked his back a couple of times with the flat of her hand
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They borrowed birds from the trees
And forced me to sing along with them
You could say they made my heart burn
But we all know some of that was fake
It was a direct route
From sleep walking
To sleep shopping
To this
I guess I lived a
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bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
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On the Rocks What matters these, to all, below the crest… If privilege of mind-blankness is the bay's? Remembrance breeds no fathoms of its rest- As plumb the circuit lulled, at each rephrase Of capture,…
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