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A Poem by Moi
Tonight I couldn't even say your name,
Sweet song it is, it was, and wordless now
I wandered the night searching for its fame,
Wet lines like crags..
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A Poem by Moi
I am an exile. The faces, names and actions around me
are as foreign as the first taste of a new fruit.
But the trees here are damp with tepid water..
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A Poem by Moi
Here is the good hell;
The wee hours of the morn ripe
With an old-apple-red sky that smells
Like rotten dew.
And I feel a huge knot in my gut
C..
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A Poem by Moi
After Lady Love's suggestion,
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A Poem by Moi
Short, but sweet?
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A Poem by Moi
A little fun, taken after Cummings.
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A Poem by Moi
Someone I knew; falling into the same traps over and over again -- even after she got the man!
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A Poem by Moi
The stuff three-in-the-morning is made of.
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A Poem by Moi
A nonce poem.
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A Poem by Moi
Melancholia! and as if by magic
you are a boy
with greasy hay for hair and eyes like soft, saturated coffee grounds.
A pretty pair of burnt cheeks,..
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