1197 14 6
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He hates this body no less now/
than he did at 14 for its pudginess/
and the hair that can’t conform
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991 5 3
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In the neon light and barroom shadows,
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1159 14 6
|
The white space beckons-/
a blank wall in a decrepit neighborhood-/
wishing to be decorated or defiled
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1155 23 11
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We deny one another, here,/
as long as it’s plausible.
|
1305 21 11
|
In a time of drought,/
the sound of rain is sweet/
and joyful music.
|
1214 18 8
|
The cloudless sky/
amplifies the incompletion,/
clarifies the imperfections/
of the night’s normalcy-
|
1188 17 9
|
This will be the century of infinite sadness,/
sadder even than the Twentieth/
with its expansive catalog of horrors.
|
1179 11 6
|
The question isn't whether we will survive-/
like rats, we are supremely adaptive-//
but whether we should survive.
|
1306 18 11
|
We can apprehend beauty only/
by framing it with the photographic/
paper’s edge or the novel’s margins/
and bookends.
|
1146 11 5
|
Among the raindrops/
occasional plopping snowflakes.
|
1136 19 10
|
I can admire Falling Water
and find Mr. Wright a complete shit.
|
1245 8 7
|
|
1102 15 8
|
We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
|
1116 15 7
|
but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
|
1172 14 9
|
Endurance wears the soul thin.//
The hour to succumb ticks ever closer.
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