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You may want to know
who wrote the book of love, but
all I really want to know is who,
who sprayed the dinosaurs with graffiti?
Not some poser
Not some Svengali
Not some last minute
giraffe
Not someone from the all girl’s band
kn
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However did we make it this far/
without murdering one another
as the other sleeps
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Someone must bear witness//
at a comfortable remove.
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The blood is memorable/
as is the copper taste of that/
momentary certainty of lockjaw.
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Across the placid sea/The only moving ship/
Was eyed by Blackbeard
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Cockroaches may be falling through the holes
in the floorboards of heaven, but we will not be disturbed.
We are agents, free and clear, even if a little bit mean.
I want to quit worrying about money,
but the angels upstairs won’t let me.
The
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You call this a pen?
It barely writes at all.
I can’t get anything to come out
when I really need it,
when I’m desperate to get something
down, when the meaning
behind everything has finally
made itself apparent.
Then the pen let’s me down
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Ghosts//
and the voice of God/
never actually visited you
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And then there was a man pissing in 2 urinals,
going back and forth between them,
saying, “You know how they say
2 heads are better than one?
Well, now I get it!”
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I am asking for something as simple as water. In an oak tree, weeping, a child climbed too high. Tears that the barkstain will never wash clear. O love. We ask far too much when we fall. In a momentary lapsus, the words…
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Tender Is the Night
but Empty Is the Spam Folder
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