72 10 9
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The garden path / and her path are intertwined
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56753
|
day dreams, at last!
Timetables colliding, time tables
alarm clocks
Sunday stew
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4011
|
|
3222
|
I wonder where you are
Now
|
6154
|
Rinse your hands.
Raise and lower your hands slowly
through the air-flow.
Your hands will be dry
in 12 seconds or less.
If not...
|
711
|
Maybe pottery will make a comeback.
|
1872216
|
The word went out in the humid New Orleans / night, wafting from bar to bar
|
13391714
|
It shouldn’t take that long to count/
to six but when the six are cats, arithmetic/
assumes Heisenbergian properties/
as the objects counted defy the count.
|
4411
|
This could be the
Last time
And I don’t care
If anyone else
Knows or sees us
God, or anyone
|
1183116
|
Everything is bound to change like / a damsel to the tracks.
|
4633
|
|
300
|
It meant I was standing
At the end of everything
And did not know it
|
1443415
|
Moths furred in the colors of night land thick on the glass, stamping powdered feet.
|
110965
|
My dumb body
that does not speak
still
cried out your name
last night.
Did you hear it,
maybe
in your sleep?
|
1098118
|
We must sometimes see the world/
as the pale blue dot//
surrounded by brighter dots/
and that endless field of darkest dark.
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