Clockwork
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Drunken HillaryA Poem by ClockworkShe was wasted when she rescued The miniature rocking horse. I found it out on the corner of Mount Joy Street underneath a holly.. |
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Black FridayA Poem by ClockworkI’ve been in line since 3 am Friday morning And I swear this only looks like Occupy Wall Street. Just like the time I Gr.. |
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The Ghost Lights of Orphan Farm RoadA Poem by ClockworkLight becomes language when travelers Desert the interstate--then ghost lights Glide through fields of ferns. They flicker in the .. |
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The ReapingA Story by ClockworkJim Thornton knelt in a field behind a decaying barn in the moments before dawn. He wore patched denim overalls and cracked leather chaps. As a beam.. |
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Moonlighting with SonatasA Poem by ClockworkMy fingers linger in Beethoven’s Grail of Psalms. I play his notes as alms, like I am placing Silver dollars into Mother Mary&rsquo.. |
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On that Day, Every Eye will seeA Poem by ClockworkShooting stars flit across the August Sky on their fleeting journey to foster Light in earth’s dark pockets. Splinters.. |
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Hammonasset SoundA Poem by ClockworkThis alcove of roses on the Connecticut Coastline is my confessional. I want My hands to memorize your body Like the words .. |
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Within the ChamberA Poem by ClockworkI fear the click of the crematorium Igniter--it raps the metallic vault like An old nun scolding a disobedient Student with her.. |
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EvictionA Poem by ClockworkWe are a province of abandoned houses. Children of the recession spend their final night Here amongst the scents of eviction--Stale pollen .. |
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Midnight LocomotionA Poem by ClockworkOne day I will wake up andShe will tell me it’s spring.Tonight she wears my military Issue jacket into the cold.She wants to travel in sh.. |
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