1452 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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In the neon light and barroom shadows,
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The white space beckons-/
a blank wall in a decrepit neighborhood-/
wishing to be decorated or defiled
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13962311
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We deny one another, here,/
as long as it’s plausible.
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In a time of drought,/
the sound of rain is sweet/
and joyful music.
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The cloudless sky/
amplifies the incompletion,/
clarifies the imperfections/
of the night’s normalcy-
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This will be the century of infinite sadness,/
sadder even than the Twentieth/
with its expansive catalog of horrors.
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The question isn't whether we will survive-/
like rats, we are supremely adaptive-//
but whether we should survive.
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16221811
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We can apprehend beauty only/
by framing it with the photographic/
paper’s edge or the novel’s margins/
and bookends.
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Among the raindrops/
occasional plopping snowflakes.
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13531910
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I can admire Falling Water
and find Mr. Wright a complete shit.
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
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Endurance wears the soul thin.//
The hour to succumb ticks ever closer.
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