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He fears…
asking for help; voluntarily erasing himself and replacing
previous perception with a recognized problem and danger;
disowned by f..
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This was included in my review for one of Val Val's poems on why she writes; my own response, I guess.
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she knocks / with each pie[r]ce[s] / the cerebral doors flung wide open on precarious hinges /revealing overwhelming seen.her.rea[ch]/ possibility of ..
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Life
is like listening
to a changeable song,
the meaning of which
you can only guess at,
and debate heatedly
at small tables
in those early, ..
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The bedroom seemed sterile
despite the crumbs and dust,
which no doubt lurked beneath
the wardrobe’s husk, beyond a Hoover’s
penetrati..
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“Even a brick wants to be something,”
he said;
supposedly a metaphor
for human aspiration,
but the underlying limitations
paralyse ..
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A pair
of adult swans
lurking to break my arms
and peck me to death,
tearing off flesh
like strips of crispy duck;
take-away revenge
fo..
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Cool like amazing
Cool like attitude
Cool like football stickers
Cool like a pen that can write inten different shades of the rainbow
Cool like..
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I laughed when you tore
the Sun’s astrology pages
into strips of confetti,
and flung their false sentiments
from the balcony,
where they ..
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I would mend all the holes
in your umbrella -
except I’m no engineer
Still, it’s the thought that counts
and my humble smile
as..
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