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"Time is an ocean, but it ends at the shore. You may not see me tomorrow."--Bob DylanThey're writing poems, but not for me. Guess I'll write one for my own. For nobody that I know now. It's a pretty lonely world for someone who sings, not you, not with…
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This no man's island I'm perched high above isn't always so beautiful to the casual beholder of newly printed maps. Oh don't go and get your clouds all wrong. Puffed or thin, everything I say I believe in is a real feeling, until the music dies…
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my hands splash in to
silver and suds
in attempts to rinse
blues caked in grease
away for a while
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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Lights of human occupation burn/
in patterns like the growth/
of a bacillus, lethal and prodigious,
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We were old. Wind came in with small threats and played games with drapes. A print of orchids and some other green affair that looked to me like kiwis. Sadie was arranging some items on a desk and I noticed there was a cricket on the window. I was thinking…
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in a willow garden lush shade/drapes dark the young woman's small house/with the lone window, the white door . . .
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He is drilling the door of a safe to access the keys he locked inside.
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Equality became the next goal, rendering gay redundant in describing marriage. Gaelic life is ringed with sharing and lent the word slogan.
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What the spaces say//
can be heard in the short/
and longer silences
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Maybe we all met, somewhere, in between streets.
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The voices he hears are God and the Devil and he knows the difference. Therefore, he is not mentally ill.
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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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“In retrospect, perhaps I should ask my renter’s insurance to cover damage from lava lamp discharges. But I am not a person who enjoys a fracas.”
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Last week I came home early from work and caught my wife having sex with the Cookie Monster.
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As air warms and warm/
winds stir, green becomes the force/
that surges the plains.
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Strength & Luck By Nonnie Augustine There was no food in Ireland for young Patrick Kennedy who'd known nothing of blooming. So he crossed the wintry sea in a bucking, groaning boat to Liverpool. Once the damn ship docked in…
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The four Grannies say, “GO!” and leap from the window. King's pickup is below, and he has lined the bed with his mother's throw pillows. Sundresses fly. Blue plastic diapers billow. They want cigarettes. I light their smokes with King's pearl-handled lighter as…
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I keep attempting to start a correspondence with people / but they end up not being interested in me, / either that or I scare them away / because I usually begin with: / “Well, my favorite philosopher is Hegel..."
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I ain’t your kissing cousin
That’s pretty plain to see
Baby, keep your pretty lips
Far away from me
I ain’t your kissing cousin
That’s pretty plain to see
You’re really very pretty
Come kiss me and we’ll see
We don’t live in a barnyard
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Two types coexist- the sanguine/
and exsanguinated./
My skin is cool/
and pale as moonlight
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Beneath maples, oaks, and birches/an autumn apocalypse empties unruly brightness
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The woman broke the law with that scream. I would say that there was pleasure in it, for her. I would also estimate that ten or fifteen men saw it, ten or fifteen men plus me.
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Perhaps you have heard the rumors of big money in poetry
Maybe that’s why everybody is writing it these days
Even Emily Dickinson must have heard these rumors
Myself, I suspected as much 50 years ago
And started early to accumulate my hoard of poe
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I just like puppies, and slapping people.
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The couple drove away at the end of the late show. They crashed sooner or later, often with fatalities to the woman cuddled up against her illicit lover.
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