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Lean, tough.Muscle built him,Bunched up around his neckand his hornsmenacedlow.Once a fighting bull of somepedigree,now for the most part a statement,..
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The dishes sing in the shower.The laundry sleeps in the bath.If you stand on your headYou might see my couchcosy in the hammock of my self,my televisi..
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My biceps bind my humeri,
clavicles and scapulas conspire to steal my breath.
Caffeine jitters juggle my ribs,
my pit as hollow as snow.
T..
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Its raining again.
Pitter-patter splatters on
roof tiles
are a sweet way to wake.
Time for gum boots and
splashes.
I’ll leap into..
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'Remember that you are a human being with a soul and the divine gift of articulate speech'
Henry Higgins, Pygmalion.
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The title of this poem is actually something that I heard a teacher shouting into the face of a police officer during the demonstration.
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"The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley"
Robert Burns
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A cul-de-sac at night in a suburb of London.Descartes' ether is the glowfromlamppostlights as it pools in the street,washes over dead cars,and breaks ..
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Life goes on, even for things that are not alive
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Our journey was weaving the winding high roadalong the edge of existence,in the land of the others ancestorsthat I claim as home.The cold crisp air pu..
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