| Date |
Title |
Content |
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Old Bike: a poem in ten parts. |
1. Bottom Bracket.
All of the stars—lost in... |
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1. the first thing is the last thing I do. |
I work best when I make something wait
- a... |
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2. by wooden tombstones. |
an abandoned parking lot behind an abandoned... |
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3. I drank a hole. |
I drank a hole into the side of my head.
It... |
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4. I don't have to think much in the morning. |
I got a uniform.
It means I don't
have to... |
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5. like a plan. |
I laid it out like a plan,
cut out the guts... |
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6. hands so cold. |
I motorcycle through the mountains at... |
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7. looked askance. |
Even after a hundred jabs,
the birthdays... |
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8. black forever. |
A few miles from the surface
of the Earth,... |
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9. water grows real still. |
You don't play it for a while,
ol' guitar... |
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10. they painted the sides of their planes. |
They painted the sides of planes
with... |
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11. a blasted rich man. |
I don't know why grandpa held corn in the... |
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12. she honeys her face. |
She honeys her face.
It's said to... |
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13. two couples across. |
I remember one late night the four of us... |
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14. my body sends up clear smoke. |
I have chemicals that my body makes,
little... |
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15. wakes her up in the night. |
She dreams she forgot to brush her... |
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16. slit in the middle. |
When it rains, I sleep in the doorway
of a... |
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17. calm, now lost and overgrown. |
They say the trails
in your brain get wider... |
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18. loud stripes. |
Sunlight through a picket fence
makes... |
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19. the guts witch. |
The guts or the guts. (red star)
You... |
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20. parked near a high mountain lake. |
Park the car on a strange mountain... |
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21. poem poem poem |
Monroe Monroe Monroe
Monroe Monroe... |
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22. dirt birth. |
I smell of dirt - have dirt
up my nose. I... |
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23. a turtle's meal. |
Today I go buy shrimp and snails.
To crack... |
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24. awful lame. |
call me and say where are you - you... |
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25. the bulb shatters. |
She tells me about him -
waits to see what... |
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26. another year turn. |
I can't count the nights we've spent,... |
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27. A Last Word Before I Undress You |
You're about to say, but I stop you.... |
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28. Ice Plant the Grizzly Octopus |
I punched my own guts out. Hands
run so... |
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29. Cold Water and the Light. |
I'm awake on top of the blankets.
It's very... |
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30. dry/knife. |
Pick a knife off your carpet.
Suck two... |
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Reason to write |
Reason to write,
to breathe, to move:
... |
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Upon the Occasion of the Three Deaths Today. |
This is yours, old grandpa.
You died early... |
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New room today |
New room
today.
Walls
that... |
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The world is getting smaller. |
You’ve probably seen signs
the world is... |
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Outlandish Gets A Little Help. |
Remember, you’re not mine, Outlandish.
I... |
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I ripped a guy's door off with the car. |
I ripped a guy's door off with the... |
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Neruda For You, Love. |
Night together
ends. I get up.
rummage... |
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Dodo bird, Dodo egg, Delightful |
Dodo bird, Dodo egg, Delightful
nothing to... |
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How to spell papayas. |
Blow blue bligh blub blee
Blett blee blount... |
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The Crazy |
A Crazy Day:
Dropped anger
Lost fear
A... |
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A Poem Dated 9/16/1999 |
Quick notes then more goes around
I’m... |
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Filling Space. |
Filling Space but really sleeping
away - to... |
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And maybe it’s you Tennessee. |
And maybe it’s you Tennessee.
Dirty air and... |
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My Voice! |
There is silence –
Until you hear my... |
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Northography Unpublished Reading: In Five Minutes or Less |
Invocation:
“Resume” by Dorothy... |
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Heavy Seven Haiku |
So says George Carlin:
Cocksucker,... |
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Paper, Rock, Haiku. |
Think of why you said:
pulverize. Rocks,... |
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Ten minutes to break your bones. |
It’d take me ten minutes
to break all yr... |
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Dial Mmm for Murder |
Drop biscuits and mashed potatoes.
The... |
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Restless |
Restless like these dirty floors
Paper... |
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corduroy szup. |
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perhaps poke a dead bird. |
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An evening and word cut short. |
L, I’m spelling letters with my hands for... |
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Arrived late at night. |
Arrived late at night.
Trailer built down... |
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The Moustache and the Passenger |
Henry examined his face in the... |
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Ode to Watering Flowers. |
round the back of the house, we’d walk,
dad... |
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Egg was a Bully. |
I never knew why he called himself Egg, but... |
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beware, theater. |
Beware of the theater! The eater? The... |
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Upon Smiling within the Roots of a Giant Fallen Tree |
A smiling little boy on his father’s lap.... |
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drink in flight |
Hot summer; yellowy-colored car with tan... |
