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Where Are You?
I cannot stop thinking of clams, raw,
and oysters, raw..and sex,
laid out like gray pajamas waiting
for the half shell to kick in..
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Love Beats Me
Lovebeats meinto a universe of blue frost
The lastsound is the dusk cry
of a cricket, chauffeured in the bright droppings
of a sho..
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Cookies
My formal room without drapes
or the disquise of conformity
is a broad accusation of sullen
discomfort..
My dog lolls there in need
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a nod to God.
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Swinging in Dixie
On ayard swing withhard messages
blowing backwards through my hair
I cannot stop to examine my feet
already plunging upwards a..
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Night Moves
Iwatch aman with his hands
in the waist band of a clean mattress,
a man that crushes his cigarette
into thestubb of a ..
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Standing in Place
You have advised me to forget about the angels,
leave the horses, drop the trains,
but itmay be necessary to resurrect everythi..
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Don't Ask Job
Jobfinds lilacs & pink roses
growing in the desert
Food falls from the sky if he mentions it
The dung of his c..
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How Am I Doing?
I am a small bud, nothing
really flowering at the moment.
In the pause of silence & dark
In the metamorphosis of h..
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Turtle Traps
..what did I want to say? nothing.
I want to finish thisline & I
plan to gig out past High Rock
Step over that! damn..it's a..
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