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If bullet casings
had built bridges,
we’d have glued
continents rifted
by war, and walked
to our brothers.
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A blackbird trawls the graveyard floor,
after a summer downpour,
hopping from mound to mound,
spearing the worms
whose ancestors once fed
on th..
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Poems
find cracks
in the sidewalk
and spring to life;
chaste
and youthful
just long enough
to sit for a portrait
in my journal.
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a yellow orchid
in the WC,
perched uncertainly
on the parapet,
between tissue and sink,
watered by glass beads;
a bridge grafittied:
"I need sw..
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A clerk
Gets high
On weed;
Bible’s
Opened
To First
Corinthians.
The thief
Comes in,
Points
His gun,
and
Demands
the cash;
She ca..
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I feel my body
Trying to kick
My soul
To the streets,
And go rest
Eternally
In the ground;
My psyche
Has to tell it,
Go pound sand.
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What’s sadder than a grave,
But a sunken grave?
Than one that’s nameless,
Unmarked, or even defaced
By time and space?
I walk by the ..
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Mayflies in April,
June bugs in May
I never thought
I’d live to see the day
Frogs were so happy
For global warming,
And earlybird buffets.
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Eight ball cracks
Her nose, spilling red
On her jaw
She stirs blood
Into jack and coke,
Quaffs it back
Dreams of days
She aroused Lestat&r..
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