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Sunlight and the small wind/
swallow the frost/
on rooftops and windshields
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Hollow as spit over rock
Was the mood in the library...
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As military tears soaked into hymnbook pages
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an almost perfectly symmetrical/
Cheshire grin of a moon tonight/
above the iced roof of the house
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Lips touch briefly at first
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I’m here for the cheap generics/
and the lowest price/
for a box of White.
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and watch the bird play and squirrel play/
and the twitching of cottontail noses
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The worlds whirl and shatter,/
spin, collide, and collapse without intent.
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We have evolved. The plangent/
doesn’t resonate across the/
new tympanic membranes
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ANOTHER STUPID POEM Under a park bench two crows hunch. Beside the bench stands a pounder of Pabst Blue Ribbon. Beside the can glisten two splats — chunky, coagulating in the sunrise. The…
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The currents of events/
strip the molecules from cartilage,//
reverse polarity of ventricles—
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Our ironies don’t make us happy
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Our ironies don’t make us happy
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The one that I love - doesn't love me.
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