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From the Windows
Each day the universe crashes against the rocks
in waves, then sprays backward into a renewal.
It is all fine with me, ..
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The Rental
The houses here are empty and off season,
and I am only here to hear myself,
to leave the harsh, mad coupling of noise
and pa..
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The Bayou Murders
In bayou days I lurked in wet and green,
and killed small gators with a hand held rock.
I was my father, champion of the swa..
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Suitcase in a Tree
You threw in a froth of white
with a cloud soft cover up
and he was laughing,
holding up boxers with pitchforks.
The bed..
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Swimming Nude
We try to swim nude, but the water pulls our clothes to the surface.
Bills, babies, and all those things we have collected,
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Blue Waters
There is a worn pail where I carry my moments
of solitude & throw them into the sea.
The water cracks in a crescendo of accep..
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John Dean
I asked John Dean what he saw the night he jumped
off the True Baptist church bell.
He stayed up there long enough for the fire f..
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Headed for Trinity
I am headed for Trinity, where the people have found
paradise, and the town is booming with goodwill.
Many are bei..
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Child Poem
Small, nocturnal child, there is no light.
My eyes have closed your brightness with a switch.
You live inside of me and roam the d..
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Raspberries
In early March you said the berries seemed
to thrive much better than they had last year.
Now, that is something good! is what ..
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