| Date |
Title |
Content |
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Mastoids |
The woman twice my age had vanished.
... |
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Homesick in paradise: Translation of Rilke's "Klage" |
Klage
O wie ist alles fern
und lange... |
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Between stops |
Every subway car holds carp,
those people... |
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fruit vendors |
where you'd least suspect.
getting their... |
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Cannibalism |
The children cringed at the sight of the... |
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Let them eat cake (with hands) |
One day my hands felt
like they could... |
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Malta, MT: Pharm Parties |
Six cross country runners
Blond hair, high... |
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Men leaving women #1: Exhaust |
The man with black curls
Smells like... |
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Stable |
hard-backed
sunlight dusted,
books... |
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in one sitting i read everything we've written |
birds made by folding paper
planes made... |
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March Abortion |
I don't know weather
it's snowing
it's... |
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Wounded angel #2 |
Pulling hot plates
from the machine
one... |
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Wounded Angel #1 |
The happiest person
I know
is an emergency... |
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Vanishing Point |
The city is like
an umbrella
whose... |
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The Spaniard's Mustache |
the Spaniard’s mustache is
prominent... |
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Ditches |
we don't think of
the capillaries
in... |
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The comb: a diagnosis |
curling
insecurities
clenched fists
of... |
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Kept as Cold |
My bed I made today; undress this... |
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In one month |
If I could choose
again
to write... |
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Cemetary God |
The tombstone
was a sundial too.
In this... |
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6 PM vs. 8 AM |
October 12 Ends 6 PM:
shadows
stretch... |
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Verses #22: Breath vs. Bereft |
I on my way
wrote this poem... |
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Verses #21: Picture vs. Story |
the pictures even
deepen and vanish
like... |
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Verses #20: New Moon vs. Plums |
some nights
I have nothing to say
so... |
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Verses #19: Drinking vs. Kissing |
Sip
i didn’t know whiskey
till... |
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Verses #18: Circuit Board vs. Circuit Bard |
If I told you
as confidently
as I twirl... |
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Verses #17: Metaphor vs. Mom |
Mom doesn’t necessarily
poem
she
puts... |
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Verses #16: Possess vs. Possess |
I have
nightmares,though
they
possess... |
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Verses #15: Rambler vs. Rambler |
[HEATED]
Far away
like
stars... |
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Verses #14: Roast Beef vs. Frankenstein |
For eyes, 2 cloves of garlic
For blood, ½... |
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Verses #12: Sleeping street vs. Awake road |
the moon
is
like a
refrigerator light
as... |
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Tornado vs. Kansas City Skyscraper |
Silver sliver
In the open palm of the... |
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Verses #11: Love vs. Desert |
As if
The Whole Night Sky was the Black... |
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Verses #10: Portrait vs. Poor trait |
Disembodied
Whisperer turned Accuser... |
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Verses #9:Yawn vs. Applause |
this morning
i stretched my limbs out... |
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Verses #8: You, my type vs. You, i type |
I haven’t kissed you
more times
than I... |
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Rain vs. 1*Rain |
“Un aimed…
I feel like
my body is... |
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Verses #6: Entrance vs. Entrance |
When I stretch
my nighttime ... |
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Verses #5: Stalk vs. Stalk |
After the photo op
goes awry and
I get... |
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Verses #4: (Y vs. why, X vs. ex-) |
tirelessly
I’ve dotted
every ardor
I’ve... |
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Dream V. Wish |
A nightmare is different
Than a wish
In... |
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Privacy v. Piracy |
In this rib
cage
I stole a swollen
heart... |
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Text message vs. Sex massage |
Fiddling with
humans is
unlike
text... |
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To Rilke's Portrait |
I will bend
to your cursive, old Poet.
I... |
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The Thinker |
The sculptor
stops
working
when
he... |
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Garden Rot |
It is not true
That each
Tomato has
A... |
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Field Trip |
Bored girls
on the school bus
pulled... |
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Laundromat |
It’s a good place to meet
People
Say all... |
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Finals weak: writing paper |
the torch handle burns
the born words turn... |
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Yesterday/ |
the man rolled
over when
his sleep... |
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not even the rain, has such small hands - e.e. cummings |
light words
exhume
the watery grave ... |
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today it was nice today it was never enough |
the sun
the blue
the words, entwined
a... |
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swallowing |
verses salted by sound, shields
of... |
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In the presence of men dressed as violins |
a very pretty witch as white as aspirin... |
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limitless |
poetry doesn't
mean punch line.
I’ll tell... |
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Like dogs |
when throwing fucks
the great... |
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Aware |
I whisper
I grab the leaf... |
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A letter to the inventor of dreams |
Dear lack thereof,
I know what is... |
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My thoughts |
as she holds the camera
mom says it’s... |
|
dissolve |
and
because with each word, I... |
|
poetry after dark |
mainly
I talk of love
the aorta... |
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For you (namely the audience) |
Why should I write?
yell through the hole... |
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Intermission |
lights dim slower
than a kiss of the... |
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Science: a study of auo9s.lgxn io-avdf |
you erased
violet
from my chalk... |
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Bitter Beans |
A white cup the color of half and... |
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Not Home |
probably not far off,
an unhurried... |
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Music |
mother
who lost her mind in
wallpaper... |
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shapes |
"pine trees fell forever
in placid... |
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Creativity |
A child
drained
into my eyes.
Trapped... |
|
Sad stalk, I'll listen |
skin burnt black and wrinkled by sun,... |
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In response to choice |
... |
|
|
man wrote this poem
to find himself... |
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Time's unequal items |
I.
Paul likes to come
home from work
and... |
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A raspberry seed |
Under a day moon
trapped in blue time
the... |
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The boy and the pike |
I.
fish hangs wet on chain
link and... |
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Sleep after midnight |
I.
her lily nails
etch names
encased in... |
|
Bodhisattva and nothing |
one side of the moon was left
in the... |
|
Untitled |
Fill the
streets
with sun rain, make... |
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Gravity |
windswept pebbles
go for... |
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Understanding |
Each bud
stems from
the cracks in... |
|
haiku |
Dusk; red capped tower
stands wide, lilies... |
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Enlightened nowhere |
-Age 3-
riding on three wheels to the... |
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Touched |
sideways talk and spots of
you
without... |
|
Untitled |
Wet cigars and finger
pecked birthday cake... |
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Four in the morning. we |
Cocktailed sky
and euphoria is... |
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We spoke of dreams and found ourselves |
Dreamt of dreams
of... |
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The Farm's basement |
the cobwebs catch flies
and ping pong... |
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Sherman Street |
Poker chipped scalawags
bumping around the... |
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Falling stoic |
the river is nearly more empty
than my... |
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Hopscotch |
children
will throw tar pebbles
on chalked... |
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The world is almost poignant |
to be natured,
held in the wispy hands
of... |
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ISD 77 |
I.
dappling the narrow
streets on sun... |
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Reprimanded before spirits fly during the oblivion of after midnight |
the umbrae licking
up the blood that... |
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Your vegetables |
the metal gonging throngs
of rhythms... |
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crusty eyes |
Eyes of vapid steam
I looked into the pool... |
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drops |
cheeks sanguine
the color of an... |
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the sky's the water's limit |
Small beer
bread on butter
wading in... |
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The night adumbrated |
Vague love lips
that sing whisper
as wag... |
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Cul-de-sacs |
All the bikes and scooters orbit... |
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Why worry about clothes when naked |
Sister serenading
naked dolls
this pink... |
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The purgatory of thought and word |
Murky billows,
When night presents itself... |
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So long to cotton balls in the sky |
... |
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Plains |
Doldrums of wheat fields
dusty brown,... |
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Spew |
Timid, amorous, waxy gorge as acrid... |
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Metals |
Dixie cup elation,
understanding... |
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it's time |
It’s Time.
Those hands succumbed for yet... |
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Ag 327 pg. 5 |
Faux leather bits, a gum wrapper,
shaved... |
