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Since we are heading past the outskirts, we find ourselves with a hidden reserve of valor and ability. What is this ability? It is the way we look now at strange new clouds menacing and waiting. It is also the way we head forth into them and their environ
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He spotted her in Sarasota Whole Foods surveying the artichokes
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One can’t predict the final cadence of one’s life.
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I advertised in the local paper for a model.
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Above the chasm of life burn two fires
at either side of the framed painting that
stands on the pink and red plain. And inside
the painting itself an orange rain falls,
accumulating in a sea of red. Rocks can’t stand
their small shadows anymore
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As far as I can tell, all he eats is wedges of cake
from the plate on top of his blanket as he
lies there in bed, smoking cigarettes and
staring up at the painting of a pile of shoes.
Or else this is a real pile of shoes
building up beside the
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While the head of the KKK stands by
for the next order, ready to mete out
punishment, and smoking a cigar.
They are so efficient, like ex-Nazis.
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While watching the ever-present crowds
passing by on my insides, I noticed,
by accident, a man smiling
who might have been me, not sure.
Maybe I’m eating soap
for the first time, because I am
either frothing or foaming
at the mouth.
An
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You will see a lot of horseshoes have been piled on top of the tomb,
or else a large number are making their way toward the top,
crawling up the steps of the tomb one by one. They lean over the
next step and tilt forward, since they have to achieve
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I guess at the end you’re only
looking forward. Or upward actually,
since you can only lie there on your back
looking upward, straight ahead toward infinity,
your mouth in a grimace, with the ghostly
pink lips peeled back from the teeth.
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There’s an army of legs in the pit, with fires burning
at both sides of the horizon, swept aside from the center
like curtains. A painting of bright red water with
orange rain falling through the blackened air,
standing on the plain in the center,
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Can’t tell the difference between a torch and the woman’s
hair, as she reaches across the candlelit table, throwing
a drink in the man’s face.
Ice cubes and everything, the contents of the glass
casting a shadow across his forehead. His hair als
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His ear is swathed by a large white bandage
that runs down under the chin. Dressed in a heavy dark
green coat, buttoned at the neck.
Streaks of orange relieve the darkness of the green.
Purple and black cap on his head.
Calmly smoking a pipe.
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