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A confusion of nouns, half-eatenflock of nuns, penguinsscattered about the moth I calla mind. In this roomthere are many shelves but more than a fewem..
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"a little more minimalist than Milton"
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Cotton tuff kitten
gargoyle contemplating Proust
remembrance of swan
Lake of Blue, you me
drifting along Sahibi
lost in the pink..
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The three a.m. slit of recognition, switchblade slice across the veins sharpening senses to the umbeset of Prufrock bleeding out life’s oomph bi..
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The whole
world condensed to three
lines, 5-7-5 Buddha beats
of mind.Meld of
runneled water and thin air,
time’s mist unwinding. A winter w..
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The day’s dram all butdowned, a few drips stillto be drained. I sitin the languishing light’s tide,mull of horizon slippinginto the cobalt..
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Old neighbors like hinges need to be
oiled
every so often. A pie, some
brownies,
a good Merlot …
the prelude to asking: would..
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The heart and mind left free to roam
along the border … the wee hour’s nook
and cranny, night splashes … between
the here..
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A bon voyage: six weeks
trussed in the languishing
punctuality, happy-
go-winding up … stroll
along the Langstrasse, mull of Ch..
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It’s shocking, the positions, some
think
are hedges, waterproof excuses
for when they’re caught coloring
outside the lines.
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