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The women swoon. The
men erect their flags and
go off to war.
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you're landscape
under her flight path, brother
one dash in a dotted line
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The machines of her perception/
tuned themselves to frequencies//
that peeled her skin and fatty tissue
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We would walk to the gallery opening along the Highline, looking in all the windows in the evening, hoping to see life as it’s lived in the moment, the flesh, the mystery, with all the clothes of unreason removed, hoping to see the exposed nipple and the
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Did you really think you were going to cure cancer with that poem?
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They can’t help
Seeing a child even there
In the crude brushstrokes.
They say it is me.
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Hail the yellow cab the yellow one will do just fine as second condiment to the sun
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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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Now pens must go out into the world
And discover their real reason for being
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Whence came a tapping at my door, a tap tap tapping...
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They wink at me as if to share/
a cosmic joke whose punch line’s still/
a couple dozen light years out
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My love is Gladys
who is more American
than the Americans.
She is stiffer than her
Dippity Doo.
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what the trees had to say was the rest of my life
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