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Despite our stern and stone appearance,
we have not existed forever
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My grief is made up of
Demons fighting to
Claw their way first
Out of my eyes
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The year begins well here
with much needed rain
and tee-shirt temperatures.
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The moon once rose on its own
Now it takes a series of
Ropes and pulleys to get it up
Because it’s so old
And you can hear these audible groans
Coming from its craters
As it’s forced to listen to forgotten lovers
Obsessing over old lov
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My head has become the place/
where unborn poems come to die in utero.
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the mother tells her child the flashes at the horizonare fireworks, not bombs, so he will not be afraid.at night he curls by the door or else he follows her to a different place. he is quiet, then. as if he knows the secret challenge.better if he and all the others…
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He bought his zillion-dollar megaphone,
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It’s good to have some,
Extra weight -
Something they can
Grab on to,
In the sheets,
When it’s late-
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The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle.
Fall was near, a rotten apple.
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For a man with a poor command of English, he managed
to describe his recent redundancy with aplomb.
“One week, everything perfect; the next week –”
He mimicked a noose being fixed around his neck and
I sat and watched his eyes bulge.
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Not a fuss, not a stink,
The eulogy, deep, will make one think,
Grandmother, sat in back, will wink
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Should I tell Ellyn mom used to hate sunflowers?
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A poem not about fog written in fog with an erasable pen.
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My pain is a black pearl hidden in a clean shell.
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The coals lose their glow.Sun kisses the back of my neck goodbye.Someone plays Boys of Summer one more time.The cooler tips... The tides go out...
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