830 12 7
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Extrapolate, interpolate/
to add imaginary flesh//
to fragmentary bones.
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130955
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929105
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The catchy tune and cloying lyrics/
nonetheless etch their patterns
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1900
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He tries out new pick-up lines all day
that he practices on his pet parrot,
climbing the infinite tree of hope
against the permanent limbs of gravity,
but his parrot never thinks up its own response
and simply repeats what his master tells him.
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74533
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Forgive the earth that’s
got a hold on you.
Forgive the trees.
Forgive yourself,
you were
damaged goods.
Therefore,
quit looking for the
expected.
Look instead
at the unknown
as a fact.
Describe it.
Use great detail.
And
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3900
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She stepped on a world of
deep lace, and glass,
and proceeded as if she had
nothing to lose, at first.
“1st I had two men
in my life,
now I have no
men in my life.”
Now she must
lie on that flame
and be still.
She knew she had
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859179
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he considers the swirl of galaxies/
with their black hole hearts,
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4010
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I remember you
carrying me along inside you
over vast distances,
chilling
my soul with sudden
terrible flashes of light.
I called for you at the end.
You should have
never changed.
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89044
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Caution,
the beer on the shore
is lapping at the foam
of sanity,
and the wind in the trees
is speaking thy
previous names.
Caution,
a rise in the ocean
will soak your dress
above your knees,
causing infinite tears,
infinite hopes
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73053
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Most of life, it
turns out,
is pathetic.
Very little is funny.
We have to generate our
own laughter.
Canned laughter
may have to do.
Even if we have to carry
the can around our neck
like a Saint Bernard
or strapped to our
hip
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13682416
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Veiled by tenuous clouds and dirty air,
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3322
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How many waves have
rolled in off the ocean
while you were alive?
Are we counting the ones
rolling in from the universe
while we were alive
inside our mother?
Well, of course.
Then the number is infinite.
And how many will be lef
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107187
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Reading at Menlo Park Senior Center,
old people falling asleep leaning to the left in their chairs,
all in the same direction.
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100355
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The man who will lead you can be nothing
if not already found underneath the
light-heartedness of heaven, (dawn)
if not under the light-heartedness
of snow.
He would have to have happiness
already sewn into his soul.
He bears no burdens
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all paths converge on Africa/
and Eden, and the fall from animal grace
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