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A Poem by Vol
In the forest the
sound of a broken
twig
is disconcerting.
On the sidewalks,
on the streets,
in the stadiums,
in the libraries,
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A Poem by Vol
In
Memphis, a long time ago, cold was a new
adventure
of hunting on my uncle’s farm
for
rabbits and squirrel, fried up by Mama
and
s..
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A Poem by Vol
It’s rained like I can’t
remember
and the Llano Estacado is
green
in a million hues. Even the
steep red
walls of every ravin..
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A Poem by Vol
I
heard the news today...
George
Harrison expects
to
die, just like all the rest.
My
sweet lord.
I
laid down by the water
and
watched ..
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A Poem by Vol
My clay was pure and smooth,
wet and soft, ready for the
wheel,
ready for kneading with me
inside
like a six-pack plastic yoke
trapped..
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A Poem by Vol
I am a marbled
piece of meat,red as blood.Meat that walks,meat that talks,meat that stinks,meat that bathes,meat that sleeps,I am tired meat,lunch f..
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A Poem by Vol
"Reality
Doesn’t Exist Until We Measure It,
Quantum
Experiment Confirms,” or so they’d
have
us believe. Measure withwhat"I&..
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A Poem by Vol
Just had a peek intothe Total Perspective Vortex,a 3D flight
throughFIVE THOUSAND GALAXIES!Where is Zaphodwhen I need him?Anybody got therecipe for..
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A Poem by Vol
When I was a poet
and hung with others
more or less like
me,
we’d read out loud
to small audiences
cornered just off
Broadway in the
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A Poem by Vol
The
winter solstice
Sneaked
in last night.
This
morning
I
look down the hill and across
The
road at a verdant pasture
That
rolls..
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