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stoplight - (haiku love series - #2)
eyes lock in a gaze
glimpses of my future spark
then you walk away
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5000
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The gates going up
and down like
gigantic windshield wipers
to let the existent
boxcars
pass. We
went across these real
bumpy railroad tracks into
a town so
small there
wasn’t enough room
for the car
so we got out and went ahea
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You never knew How to express What you didn't know You felt With your words You picked on You taunted You destroyed Did it help To feel yourself Did it work To disparage Those who were Innocent and young Blameless For living …
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86120
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It is a dark and stormy night, naturally
We’re trying to get some sleep
at a Travelodge in Eureka
when I get up at 3 a.m. to write
“Hard motel pillow receives snoring from neighboring room”
O Thesaurus, we need another word
Maybe it sh
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149820
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I linger and pretend that I’m not there,
you find me in the end but I’ll not dare
to speak the words I only know to write.
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96920
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She’ll get a dog
a Weimaraner
I know
She’ll call him Alfie
after her first
two dogs
He’ll try to get up
on the bed
She’ll say, Alfie, no, no
But in the night
she will let him
so as not to be lonely
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8710
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Enough with the bitter pills and pregnant conversations all in a row.
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3500
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To get there we had to fly up on a United Airlines crop duster
with two cocktails and a basket of desiccated crickets for snacks
Instead of landing they pushed us off the wingtips
strapped to parachutes, but it wasn’t so bad
since we were go
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Until millennia have passed and the world is dug up
For future historians to ponder
And through their meticulous disassembling of dirt
They will find my book.
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2700
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Exile
Evil
Stabbed
in the back
by
its
strange need
and
naïve!
without face
or
value
Who needs
that?
I’d rather
walk on the
loathsome
moon
with my
own
rapacity
* * *
Chess pieces
walk
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If I was a bum
I’d risk everything
for a drink or a smoke
I would beg and curse and steal
if I was a bum
If I was a bum
I would cuss out the Pope
I would not vote for anyone
because I would know truly
they’d be telling gross lies
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the white moon is dangling
by a thread tonight
you close your eyes
and listen to it undress
and suppress, suppress
you listen to it undress
while you yourself hang lifeless
in your own arms
not meaning to do yourself any
harm, not
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2140
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Twenty-two sugars ripped side to side, crystal treasures mostly emptied;
white gift wrap littering the table.
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111021
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The Bike Messenger on Lexington Avenue
Comes to rest
taking a moment
in the falling rain
slowly massaging the
veins at the top
of his bald head
Cracking his neck
while the yellow cabs start
honking behind him
Unwilling to mov
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100162
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If you've ever cleaned house because a death is coming,you know it's the same as any other kind of cleaning.Wipe the tables.Pick up the floor.Sweep the crumbs under the carpet.For later.And for the ants.It's different, too.Because you're floating.On caffeine.On muffled…
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