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A Poem by Dean
There is a future. say the magazines,where ice cream cones coast down wet slides, and color rules,where sadness is postponed another day.All the obsce..
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A Poem by Dean
Mistitled? Ah, you must get used to this old boy's twisted thinking.
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A Poem by Dean
They wake me sometimes.Names, nonentitiescome out of the corners like leftover pipe smoke,jerking at my slumber,scratching at the soft circlesI draw a..
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A Poem by Dean
These tears work well their Machiavellian craft.They blur my vision, clog my nostrilslike a vice, constrict my voice and finallyconfound my countenanc..
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A Poem by Dean
In PacemWe missed it, Dad__that last embrace that bondsthe blood of menwho always faced into the wind of loveand never knew its source.So arrived the..
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A Poem by Dean
It is not the music,for one knows it in the heatthat rises from a cool miasma,sardonic, self-igniting--the one that ravages and never warms,consumes, ..
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A Poem by Dean
Can there alight so fair a symbolas a butterfly whose flight arrested,stays upon my shoulder just as ifyou sent it there, suggestedthrough an energy d..
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A Poem by Dean
The day presents a journey, waiting to begin,a font of wisdom in a strange new land,each personage a soul to take apart,although one never knew those ..
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A Poem by Dean
Look to the night before the bombers arrived over Bhagdad, starting the first Gulf War
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A Poem by Dean
I sensed it in the rockcompressed a thousand feet below.I saw it in the cardboard boxwhere some humanity must breathethe stench of garbage that was on..
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