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Can't cope.
Got no hope.
Got no dope.
Call the Pope.
Get the rope.
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No one has the right/
to script how someone dies.
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Let me tell you this:
while the meds are asleep
we silently weep on our guitars,
and our girlfriends make up
stories to cover the tracks
of their youth.
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Unhappiness is a necessary boon
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chains across all the old doors
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she had a chipped tooth...
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Jimi and Janis remain fierce and beautiful
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Aren’t there hundreds, nay, thousands, nay, millions
who have the organizing gene within them
and cannot get rid of it, no matter what?
It just may be underachievement at its best,
or the wonder-cheese of youth?
It may be the narrative thread
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it acquires a fine translucence
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The day you came to the wedding the sky was so, so brightly July./ I saw my face where I left it the last time . . . .
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Against//
the mysteries and the dark/
it illuminates and shapes
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Woman bites into pearl,
finds baby oyster.
Woman bites baby oyster,
finds baby pearl.
Woman blows on baby pearl,
it begins to grow.
Woman gets excited.
Now we’re getting somewhere,
woman says.
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It seems a little solipsistic/
but may indeed be evidence of God//
given its mystery and caprice.
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I heard them praying to some god
none of us had ever heard of.
I'm glad I went to the funeral
and still have the yellow rose that I
did not throw into his grave.
At some point
you have to stop nibbling
from the moldy cake.
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