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Above Average
There is a passion
in the pudding,
looking out windows
when there is no smell
to the air,
she sits in
cool contemplation.
Av..
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Pacific
By the scattered sun
of foggy
San Diego mornings,
perplexed in the
most obvious of delights,
watching the seagulls
pick bread,
from ..
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Forwards
Looking up
I think of water,
not a drop
to drink,
yet filling
my every glass.
And in foolish reflections,
I've gone and done it
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Bus
Sitting in
cool reflections,
testing the warmth
of the sun,
downtown.
Optimistic,
as the birds
feed on the trash
in the streets,
o..
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100 Times
Rattled withdire emotions,the wolfand the bull,blisteringthe brain.Setting in motionthe making of plans,escalating events,to a conclusionmo..
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Old Ink
Oblivious in her nature,
she can stand
in the circles
of the sun.
Naked in the way
she thinks about
politics,
reading newspapers,
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Everyday
Remorse,
and strong feelings
of regret,
I have thrown myself
down the stairwell,
again.
In hopes
of mending fences,
I have burnt..
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Sand
I write because I write,
she thought,
in a round about
sort of way,
and jotted something down
on paper.
Her beer cold, and over ice,..
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Open Spaces
It looks like
I've been outed.
In the evening
while sipping coffee,
I got the news.
And thinking
about hiding in a hole.
I..
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Water
Illumination in a breadbasket,
and I stole away,
with forever in my hands,
walking away with whiskey.
Another gloomy day
at the beach,..
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