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i wake
urgent with
desire
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They left the breath of their souls
upon the lips of others
and jumped in with all abandon
They felt the winds on their skin
as the heart flew by them
on its way into the lost nature of time
This time they flee the country of the soul
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We buried her upright, in the stance of warriors.
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They take her cookies
they take her Coke
they take her Kleenex
the whole box
not the used ones
They take, they steal
everything
They’d take the brain
out of an ox
if they could
Diamonds they steal
bars of soap
as long as they
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Why is this woman smiling?
Because she’s the Real Mona Lisa,
that’s why
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The tall, standing woman with bright red lipstick, elegant at one time, you could tell, responding, “She has dementia,” pointing at her brain. “She was a Holocaust survivor.”
And the one they’re talking about turns as she’s pushing her wal
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Now they go running through
Grand Central Station
where we see them every one
on cell phones and ice cream cones
their essence
compressed onto their faces
reading like a sandwich board
of life
like souls glimpsed
through blinds
n
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Who will plume the chicken?
Who tend
the little flower
of the soft person?
Who steal the pea out
from under the bank
while you’re holding it up?
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where is the magic at?
the spit
the dirt
or the words?
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We need to keep writing
because the great ones
aren’t always that great
We need to keep writing
to insure that the future
even has a future
We need to keep writing
because the wind won’t know how
or when to listen if we don’t
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dubious actors in one act dramas
starring in nocturnal dreams
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If you were looking for her
She's in the backwoods
grafting your skin
from her thighs
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In dimmed purple light, that day
When the rain fell,
Dissolved the textures of her face,
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Is there a recipe for / lasting happiness?
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