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Our disappearance would register/
as the movement of a sand grain/
on a windy beach full of sand.
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108843
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988104
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Every day, a fresh new/
strain of Hell reveals itself
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1029116
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I write poems as if language matters.
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11598
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#1 written in 2013, #2 in 2001
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10682110
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The fly comes in against my will/
and hers. She would prefer/
the wider world with its piles of shit
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1018148
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The alphabets will disappear.
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11981810
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It’s Sunday- no need to shave-/
but shave, I do. A little act//
of discipline in the discipline/
of routine.
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104574
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Everybody breaks.
Everything splinters.
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1171117
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Prozac, Lithium, shock treatment,
a time machine, or to ask
Oz that you grow a new heart,
whatever it takes.
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987105
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and, under foot,//
dark caves waiting/
with their unseen pigments/
adorning forgotten walls.
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8653
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11201810
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At some point, indifference//
will swallow the small gasps./
The appalling will become the norm.
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1055147
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Follow the money. It seeks/
the lowest of the low and finds them here/
in an embarrassing abundance.
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