Clockwork
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Meditation in the Bucher Meeting HouseA Poem by ClockworkI’m parachuting through the thick Spindrift of cumulonimbus clouds Into a crater in the Montana Badlands. Every brea.. |
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At the Moonlit Open-MicA Poem by ClockworkCedar wood and sage brush smolders In the rusting fire ring by the banks of A pond littered with pine needles. Plumes of smoke rise.. |
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The Last FrontierA Poem by ClockworkThe sky wears a coat of many colors As my brothers slumber without Blankets or traveling cloaks. We search for true north and the .. |
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Part-time StripperA Poem by ClockworkFound Poem from around the world in 80 days |
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Remembrances from GethsemaneA Poem by ClockworkA found poem from Around the World in 80 Days |
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The VirginA Poem by ClockworkA Found Poem |
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Our Star Spangled BannerA Poem by ClockworkWe watched the sunrise through a Secondhand kaleidoscope and blew Smoke rings into the sky. We drank Kool-Aid on the banks of .. |
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And she gave me SalamandersA Poem by ClockworkFor Elaina |
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When I Talk about Your Son After SexA Poem by ClockworkChew on this for awhile. |
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Fight NightA Poem by ClockworkThey’re fighting again. The screams shake the walls of her bedroom. They sound like Pit Bulls biting and Tearing at one another.. |
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