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A Poem by Vol
My
back hurts all the time.
And
it’s getting worse.“Bring someoneto drive you homeand don’t eatanything past midnightthe day ..
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A Poem by Vol
Mama’s garden is a collage
of
indelibles that are greater
than the
sum of my parts. They are the
stones of which I’m..
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A Poem by Vol
my thoughts become bubbles
so I lean back, tilt my head,
and
think...
What is all this?
I mean, “For real?”
in my little..
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A Poem by Vol
Sometimes stuff is so fine
I can’t even deal with it,
so
I just ride on by...
And think.
If I were walking?
Th..
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A Poem by Vol
Real poems are hardto
come by... You know,the
ones that don’t drown in the lace
of
adjectives and adverbs, whose nouns
are
oak, whose ..
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A Poem by Vol
She
whispers and tickles
just inside your ear,
"Let me
show you something!"
You know her sea is
deep
and
green
and blue
and sailing ther..
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A Poem by Vol
It
is nasty here in this broken down
prison.
It’s
old, has
holes wheremortarheld it together before
back
surgerywas
a band aid.
At
l..
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A Poem by Vol
ETHEREAL
I’ve read the ancients
could not see blue
and
it was the last color named. How,
I
wonder, did the sky appear to them,
or..
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A Poem by Vol
Have I
died yet,
I
wonder?
The
whole business
takes
so long.
I
wonder
why?
Especially
since
a
long time isn’t,
really.
A..
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A Poem by Vol
I’d
never heard of Jefferson, Texas,
but
we stopped at their local Micky’s
for
a large, unsweet iced tea.
I
waited while you ..
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