1016 16 8
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Rain and wind and the pecking of birds
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Each angry man leaps from a boy tempered by existential harm.
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... and August's drought/
will yellow lawns, singe the shrubs,/
and amplify cicada song.
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No twinkle- so, planet, not star./
And bright, so either Venus/
or Jupiter. I’m guessing, Jupiter.
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I like the way you sat at a table
And drank champagne
Everyone else was eating
Banana vanilla wafer pudding
But you had class
Well I have traveled in sixteen countries
But I never drank the wines
That you have
You had that kind of clas
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The fine blond hairs lift slightly along the skin of your arms
As you nod, listening to him. The veins
On your arms standing up as well
I was caught in an off moment because of your skin
Because of the way moisture beads up on it
The youthful fi
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What purpose other than misery/
can cancer serve? And Parkinson's,/
AIDS, and STDs?
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I say her- it might be him-/
but from a distance I supply the details I prefer.
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I may have walked across the sacred line
That separates me from the rest of mankind
But I already paid my dues
So, what club do I get into?
When I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming
Ends
I discover that
Guilt is just another four-le
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Some tough young punk with dreadlocks
Was walking down the sidewalk while texting
And got frightened when he was buzzed
By a hummingbird
Saying “oh shit”
He ducked, but then looked all around
To make sure no one saw him
Of course, I wa
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They’ve got sketches for
The invention of the middle finger
At the Museum for
The Gathering Clouds of Innocence
So, why not go there and get a feeling
For the meaning behind everything?
Okay, here’s the truth
I was so busy giving people th
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A murder of bunnies
nibble the St. Augustine,
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Unless they leave you comatose,/
it’s the disasters you remember.
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You kept trying to catch your breath, but it was true laughter
That kept filling up your belly from the inside
And you were having trouble sitting on top of that flaming ride
And keeping your balance, and your cool, as if your cool wasn’t
All th
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This is just to say, she says, I´ve eaten the fucking plums.
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