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Plasir d\'Amour

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..

More Listlessness

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..

Here is the Good Hell

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..

Sonnet at a Friend

A Poem by Moi

After Lady Love's suggestion,

Etude IV

A Poem by Moi

Short, but sweet?

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Compartment 114

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A Poem by Moi

A little fun, taken after Cummings.

Written at a Friend

A Poem by Moi

Someone I knew; falling into the same traps over and over again -- even after she got the man!

Etude II

A Poem by Moi

The stuff three-in-the-morning is made of.

A Considerate Loveless

A Poem by Moi

A nonce poem.

An Etude

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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