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Two Great PoetsTwo Wonderful WorldsOne Flesh & BoneI liked this... love the image.... thank you for writing me this One Pixel ScrawlsIf I am to be nothing but pixel scrawls...then those scrawls will exceed that of far more than flesh and bone... …
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The Beatles on TV
their last show
together
as a group
and we all
knew it
smoking dope
sitting around in large
groups
in living rooms
across the universe
they sang Let It Be
and The Long and Winding Road
knowing
a man
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To know the ways you will be with me:
Black square of your back as you push off-shore.
Black square of the pier. Some great, dried dream of before.
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Is it not said, "To cover the eyes
and snatch at swallows is to fool oneself?"
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Words come out of us like geese headed South. They beat their wings through a hidden sky, find the way out, and go.
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loaded on xanax/
she sways like pussy willows/
anticipating storms
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Lillian sat near a window by necessitybecause the room had so many of them, they could not be avoided. She was brushingher hair, the glossy ringlets bouncinglike bungee cords dangling from a bridge.The monotonous drone of a lawn mower mingled with the blareof music…
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Such innocence between anticipation and disappointment...
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You can tell
Noah hates
his job
and stares off
into space
not thinking of
birds
or land anymore
or the stars
just that wide
wide water
that won’t go
away
and why in the vast
flooded
damned
world
he was the one
w
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Natty looking
in his 2-tone shoes
and argyle socks
blue blazer
with 3 gold buttons
on each cuff
pale yellow
hemp or burlap
necktie, of course
with a blue shirt
(never white!!)
long mopish hair
hanging on his forehead
and a
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with hips and bottom as wide as the Mississippi
/
They carry it back home/
others to have/
can’t digest it/
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Now I see it!
She broke up with him
and he left a whole stack
of the books she had
given him
out on the sidewalk
where I found this signed edition
of your novel
because she had once given him
a copy of your book
signed by you
for
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Her hair’s the color of LA at night
On such occasions when the Santa Anas
Have left the hills bone-dry and burning bright
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If the world explodedin your face, you'd still have choicesYou could be baptized by windor bury yourhead in soil And there's always the difference betweenchocolate and rainbowsprinklesThing is, you'd be remindedhow no one ever evensays "excuse me"…
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