| Date |
Title |
Content |
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Breech Barrel |
When was the last time you saw a bow tie
On... |
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Streetwalk III |
The paving stones cannot cover our... |
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Streetwalk II |
I walk the streets with you
We do not cover... |
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Streetwalk |
When I walk the streets with you
We do not... |
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untitled |
Green-blue water as thinned and clear as a... |
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CRT |
Who made you up
Your orangine prow, oars... |
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Bay of Blues |
When you are so pure that your shadow... |
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Acreage |
Sodium lights have always reminded me of... |
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Unknown |
Looking up, the stars are hid
Behind the... |
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Passing Lane |
We die when the people that get us pass... |
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Drapery |
when her hair draped like rain off... |
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strand |
between the bus station and the... |
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The Strand |
the child’s heart mimics
how the flowers... |
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Fetus |
Bent of back and head scrape down
The... |
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Forgotten Tongues |
As one fool falls apart another is born.... |
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Mars (3.0) |
The violence of a moaning cloud;
a vision... |
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Mars (2) |
You could not dredge me from the depths of... |
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Mars |
he could not bring me up from the depths of... |
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From Black to Shine |
I sacrifice the blade into the night
first... |
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genesis |
in the beginning, there was nothing to be... |
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untitled |
a metered fractal
the movement of time... |
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Wall Street Bar |
they all behind her are a mass of hats and... |
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Belinda |
drawn swirls in the ghosts of glass... |
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Manson part deux |
the jet set got nothin on this wakko dude.... |
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Manson |
one more madman down
his head severed... |
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Untitled |
this and this together make one
being one... |
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Lolling |
red like pageant dresses
red like weight... |
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filet |
We used to get filet mignon from a man in... |
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What it is |
what it is, to live. to be full and bright,... |
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Columbass |
I’d like to say, just once, fuck Columbus... |
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In the Train Yard |
the metal crystal
moved back and forth ‘til... |
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View from Space |
not all that comes from war is bad. for... |
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Riven |
Every night, mother heard you whimper
in... |
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Splice |
they won’t accept you over there
there... |
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Whiskey |
so we are too the sting--the sting
liquid... |
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Word On the Word Market |
sitting in coffee
the next fad after... |
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Brittle |
brittle
as aged paper
inscribed in... |
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The little beast |
Oh, look at the little beast
With heart... |
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the tellers' game |
would you give my fortune to me
place it... |
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Chuck |
Chuck lived under bridge number 9. His feet... |
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Green Leaves |
Bounding up into the emerald atmosphere
All... |
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Thumb and Screw--Frankenstein |
every morning
4:30 a.m.
into the... |
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Conquest |
It’s what a blue shirt is meant to be--
a... |
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Warhol Monroe |
Dress me up in cheap
Drag from frame to... |
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Denizen |
When a smile gets so big it seems... |
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Oz |
As Dorothy sat, the tin man and his hat took... |
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Truth |
so soon the ring dispells itself
into the... |
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Bulb |
we glow from the inside, but no one sees how... |
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Passing |
I did not know you were here
So hidden,... |
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Drunk Night |
Two shots interred in
The gut, nervous,... |
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The Kraken |
the kraken seizes every plane
the sucking... |
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The Rite of Remembrance |
I hear the, “Yar!” and see the sword... |
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Gabrielle |
The black black silk of mourning gowns an... |
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And On |
On the day after, you will disappear. No one... |
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green army man from my childhood |
the one green army man got away
from the... |
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Me Being Green |
like the years were young
from the ground... |
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Religioso |
Your shoes so large they leave a clown’s... |
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Tumbleweed (revision) |
A tumbleweed of need--
each time I see your... |
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Tumbleweed |
If there were a child’s tumbleweed
for each... |
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Reflection in a Pool |
I leave you outside of what you are
Outside... |
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Placid Lake |
I cannot place the leaves
driven from the... |
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Lasting |
the last finger of dark times
the last... |
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Solstice |
The spring of being twelve.
The fall of... |
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untitled |
the tall cottonwood is collapsed at last
no... |
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signs |
I do laundry once a month.
This inevitably... |
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Flight |
At age fourteen I dig my name
into the... |
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Running |
I climbed these stairs the summer I first... |
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Long Shot |
There is no color to this photograph
of... |
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Signage |
If my signature was a document it would make... |
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workplace |
The beginning of each day brings... |
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The Fire Moon (2.0) |
It is the Fire Moon. We gallop with bursting... |
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The Fire Moon |
The fire moon is here -- when giant children... |
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Beltane |
What if there was no timeline,
but there... |
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Rising |
I have seen this intensity
before. Was it... |
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Goddess |
I got the first tattoo
to show my parents... |
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Telepathy |
it was not the color of the sky I... |
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in a bucket of oysters |
if your salt was my sea, and free fast... |
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a little to the left |
i like the way
the kid's face is set into... |
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On a Picture of Obama |
you see this son? this is a picture
of the... |
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Whiffle |
have you seen the house in the... |
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Groomed |
my mom has always wanted goats
not goat or... |
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Utilitysheep |
who here
believe in utility?
are your... |
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the four beasts |
grandpa used to say that everybody was the... |
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Oh, My Head |
during the last hour and a half, I
watched... |
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Grey'd |
are we all grayed
and stripped away
from... |
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To someone, who, |
to someone who
I’m sure you knew
to... |
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My-- |
you should have seen
Ilene, that way,
that... |
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Rabbit Punch |
Who cries the night asleep?
... |
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Always half a lesson from you Verseryder. |
have you truly figured Verse?
even my... |
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Sold on Depression |
so, the beginning of death is not so clear... |
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awkwardness |
I was on the operating table
for nine... |
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Flux |
have you noticed the way, good death,... |
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That Stupid KNighT |
I mean
c’mon
that dog looks like a... |
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the storm |
this strange patterned complex rising
out... |
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Once #2: On Freedom |
whose voice is that down there
I have never... |
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I Don't Have None |
I don’t have no friends in the... |
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Breaking News or Saint Paul Police Raid Homes and Arrest Journalists |
didn’t / you hear?
the storm
has... |
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Paper Sky |
you sit on the flare of moon-glow
coming... |
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A long, long time ago--Revision |
I.
we built boxes/first raised ordered... |
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A long, long time ago |
we built boxes
we built beautiful sharp... |
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Yes I Did ( Interjection :) |
I Believed
And Fell fell
Until I Was... |
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we Are all dolls. |
there is no such thing
as an "action... |
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In My Memory--or--The Unexpected Visitor |
I don’t remember how young she was. The... |
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Some how |
the record played
miles’
and day’s
soft,... |
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My Regrets |
the hard drive sits
atop an aging ATX... |
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Defined by What, I am Not |
her hand pulled me up
off the ices’... |
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Vagueries |
god
and I thought
that I... |
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disappear |
when I was young
I never was so young
as... |
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We Jugglers |
you took my heart
and danced upon its... |
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I Ain't George Carlin |
I ain’t no big stuff
been missing a week... |
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He Was |
there once
was George Carlin
and only... |
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shewn |
she made up a picture
of her mother,
as... |
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In Love #1 |
we are so detailed in love,
so full of... |
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Whenever |
When mythologies become
The resting place... |
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History |
|
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it is funny to think |
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concentration |
She smiled he smiled
Two tongues crossed... |
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So Many Times |
Grandpa was in the rafters of the swamped... |
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Toil |
I have become a slow man,
stranger,... |
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My father, Who art in Heaven |
I used to know you Father,
before the door... |
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Into the Wild |
what am I doing to you child?
the last time... |
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I said |
I sat while you were outside today
reading... |
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This Shell |
this shell
i
live inside
so thin, so... |
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An Egg |
I didn’t know
That you could mean
Life or... |
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Tastic |
without you I
am incomplete
stranded
in... |
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anEgg? |
I just don’t understand. it’s... |
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Can the Lights Come Up |
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The Minotaur |
the curtain falls away
little
by... |
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we |
is this all that we have left
sad remains... |
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My Picture |
there was a picture
I never took
that... |
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Ten Years Ago |
the plane ticket said
I was going to... |
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A picture of a cemetery taken while in a car |
She thought it was funny
The way the... |
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Someone can build a heart for me? (in response to the heart news) |
my brother
two operations later
has a... |
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the whisper of non-reason |
you were right--
I couldn’t
sleep--turned... |
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We are all small |
we are all small gods
constantly... |
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Well |
I wish you well
though all would wish you... |
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Why is Buddha here? |
Why is Buddha here?
His belly full of... |
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A fish, a table |
A fish
A table
Inside a bag
Giant... |
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we had tea |
we had tea
fish tea
(I thought it was... |
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posters (warning--not coffee related, but this just blew outa my brainpan) |
I saw a man sticking up posters
on the odd... |
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Heads will roll |
Here, by the sliver of satin left in... |
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We are all |
we are all little creators
wanting to offer... |
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Chaos Theory |
when elvis took his third
college drawing... |
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If |
if I were a painting
made up
of L’s and... |
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Anguish |
I didn’t find you as the doctor stabbed the... |
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connections--an affirmation |
my family was split
fourteen winters... |
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Christmas Retreat |
the tree was piled under gifts at... |
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Driving North |
you empty a gas tank each weekend,... |
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This Tree |
this tree is where I set my back
to watch... |
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River Road |
the river’s ice splits slowly,
laughed at... |
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the walk |
the river is frozen over
in places. open... |
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Church Bells |
I wake up
in winter. cold
walls but... |
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scratch |
pen. pad of paper and
flush all of my... |
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I remember waking up |
in response to
|
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“Jesus Lives” or Saturday Nights We Are All Nietzsche |
belief was unleashed
like a rockslide; it... |
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Harold |
Harold hollered that he had never seen a... |
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I am distant from you because you are distant from yourself |
I looked through the window
out onto a... |
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Rising (IN RESPONSE TO “ME AND MY PARROTS”) |
I had four birds
to tell all my thoughts... |
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Frida, how did you catch me? |
I have been writing on you,
using this... |
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First Draft |
I always wanted to have a child,
with... |
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tied to her-- |
what is a woman
except for a pair of... |
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Degrees if Seperation |
it was no small feat
to carry the... |
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Blank Verse |
I see protesters
whenever I pass Snelling... |
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What Light |
why he wore the mask
I could not tell
his... |
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smallness |
it has been years since i thought of you. ... |
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tripping in july |
I was
supposed to return quickly
from the... |
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passing by |
There are more charcoal black squirrels this... |
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puff of smoke |
a mix of autumn smells
crushed under my... |
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what i found when i cleaned my desk |
my heart has been cluttered
these many... |
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not to be a pessimist but |
we have this idea
of people as works of art... |
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crossing the line |
I saw
the dotted line
that crept... |
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shadows in the doorway |
I just heard my favorite band
broke away... |
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fingers breadth |
it seemed small when he first... |
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I laughed when i saw this picture |
so many actors
on the same stage
suddenly... |
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elegy for my lover |
it was the way that he wanted to go
spread... |
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The jesters and the King |
the parking lot seemed empty
from the... |
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the next step |
the wind moves behind you
but your... |
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ego trip |
I have never seen a magician
as relentless... |
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torture ( to a twelve year old) |
the asphalt is my friend
holding me up
to... |
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glimpses |
too many voices
simply gasped
and then... |
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home |
i found you in the fields
and in the... |
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A Gathering of Bones |
these bones are
as old as your... |
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cosmo |
the tattooed girl was whispering--
... |
