12 11 0
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They often leave me dulled/
and wanting back my time.
|
1801
|
She dithered
in the back seat
on the way
to her funeral.
|
1610
|
She wasn't anybody's,
just one of those
left-behinds that came
with the house.
|
100
|
She wasn't anybody's,
just one of those
left-behinds that came
with the house.
|
91642
|
I feel about the universe/
as Abrahamics are supposed/
to feel about their Yahweh, /their God,
and their Allah:/ I am in fear,
I am in awe, /I am in love.
|
87395
|
n truth, they are not red/
but chestnut./
But “Chestnut Wasp” lacks menace
|
11732310
|
If I should wake/
before I die,/
just shoot me through/
the one good eye.
|
85093
|
How many extinctions can we claim?/
Is someone keeping score?/
Somebody needs to keep the score
|
77210
|
The rocks are hot along the East RiverBelow hazy skies sent from Jersey Traffic.Pigeons peck at pieces of detritus,Walking calmly by pedestrians passingThrough the park during their allotted lunchHour. A girl with a strange frame —As if her ribs fused with her hips…
|
92610
|
So what happensTo the VFWIn a global economyAnd the monumentsErected in reverenceAfter the boysWho became menCame back homeTo be fathersThen grandfathersGreat-grandfathersAnd start to fall awayAs the days creep byThat petty paceOf politics as usualFamily DiasporasAnd maybe…
|
1168105
|
Two types coexist- the sanguine/
and exsanguinated./
My skin is cool/
and pale as moonlight
|
13762913
|
Cinnamon and smoke
infuse the days that shorten,
chill, accelerate.
|
27332
|
We whistle on the way to work ...
|
450
|
Who wouldn’t prefer
a Starbuck’s Card for Christmas
rather than poems?
|
1003146
|
Dead drunks sing Christmas/
songs-
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