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We’re lucky it/
was chunky spew,
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your tanned hand with a half moon scar warm against / the curve of my waist
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Written across an old geezer’s sweatshirt
At the Farmer’s Market in L.A.
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I heard the worm
was interested
in the fat robin’s song.
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{ a Triolet }A smile, a wave as I stepped out Into another life altogether ‘Twas little enough to talk about A smile, a wave as I stepped out And O' how after they did shout (Yet now we only talk of weather) A smile, a wave as I stepped out Into another life…
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Now your dreams are
headed for the Rhyme or Reason
Convention
where they try to convince you
you can do this
Trying to make sense of
everything
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We are infused with fear and dread/
of the world we won’t engage/
except through flat screens and remotes,
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She licks the back of words
like stamps; as if a thousand
myths were about to set sail ...
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After all our morals
And ethics of distrust
Have been ripped out
And discussed
There’s still the Meat Lady
At the end of the day
Standing around
in the midst of the crowd
Handing out her meat
In little morsels
on a toothpick
Af
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The graffiti has grown so large
It has covered everything we know and love
It has covered the windows, shutting out the light
And it’s all about leaving your mark
The ones who are living outside your walls
Have grown worried about leaving th
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We are our own pathogens.
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The problem with the planet Surreal is
it’s lopsided and elongated
and flops in space
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As you pump the brakes to the cadence of the song, you look at me.
Whoever says brown eyes are mundane, has never seen your eyes that day.
Everything changes, almost instantly, with those eyes and that faint glimmer I feel only I could see.
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