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A woman is fishing in the Seine at the far left
of the painting, while time is suspended and light
remains. One man plays a trumpet. A half dozen
people sit or walk under parasols. Couples stroll
and children run or sit or stand beside their
par
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We slept beside dripping glaciers
people like us
We were never meant to be housed
contained, kept, petted, cleaned
We could only be gutted
You used us one time
and threw us out
people like us
We sprouted the wings of desire
by watchi
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"do you know what your problem is when it comes to girls?"
she must mean other than the fact that they're all
completely insane. or at least all the ones i've dated.
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Crowded into the heart are impressions past
These are not recognized in the available light
of the present. So they sit in the dappled shade
drinking, the clear glass partially filled with various
and red liquid. Hat tilted back. Black top hat
S
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Three Poems on Surya Getting MarriedWho would have thoughtI would live to seePriya in pink?Priya in pink and bluesalwar kameezbangles on her armstoned from carryingthe sousaphoneand frequent tripsto the gym.Priya sharing smilesand being fabulous.Anand in red and…
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a humming fluorescent martyr
saving scratch off souls
seated at the right hand
of a sputtering neon star
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Andalusia I. partners in sunset the hawk and I in ballet ..............................he:..........the small flame in the wind ..............................I:............the last tremor of grace the…
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It's good to be home.
It's good to be home.
It's very good to be home
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I know what he meant.
I've been in the 3 A.M. cream cheese.
I've known the hole in the bagel.
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Who puts Vaseline
on the forefinger
of Lenin?
I want to know
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Underwater your eyes collapseand your feet touch decayed leavesand soft sand at the lake's bottom, the texture of tenderized flesh,maybe an intestineYou spring to the surface tofind your skull met by waterflies, and their limbstweak your peaceOn the shore your…
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Why was it so difficult to move / toward anything?
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why were ghosts in wry mirrors feeding on hope?
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When bees die they die
with their wings straight out
They die of natural causes
and their tiny bodies are bent
as though landing on
a flower
Their wings seem
too big for them
and they lie scattered
about the floor, tilted
in dead p
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The beer had a divine odor
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