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A Poem by Vol
I've been much too busy taking caare of Lisa since her back surgery, besides all the normal day to day, and I miss the opportunity to comment on all t..
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A Poem by Vol
It was
hard to leave, but I had to go.
Twelve
hours punctuated by a truck hauling caskets,
preachers
on the radio who said death is non-linear ..
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A Poem by Vol
A
handful was all we needed,
and
they were everywhere,
Tennessee
red clay makes the best clods.
Sometimes
we would just throw one
high..
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A Poem by Vol
We arrived on outspread wingsand declared our godness
on the clean beach where
we were
the
ocean.
We
flailed the air and rode
..
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A Poem by Vol
I
envy those folks who lived when
Flappers
flapped and Jazz had just
learned
to Jive. They were there for
Art
Deco, whose smoo..
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A Poem by Vol
Oh, yes,
the air was crisp,
and
there was a lot of it, too.
From
the overhang it was
a
good five hundred feet down,
and out
there the ..
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A Poem by Vol
Gimme
some o’ that watermelon,
a
big ole bite, juice and seeds in
my
teeth and beard sloppy wet
down
the front of my shirt;
a
b..
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A Poem by Vol
This
morning’s wind is a steady
twenty-five
miles per hour, with
gusts
to thirty. Even with the
windows
closed, I can hear it
wh..
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A Poem by Vol
In the beginning was the Word
and the Word
created a use for itself
let there be
galaxies
from the chaos
and fill the void
with hate,
desire..
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A Poem by Vol
You!
My girl of the
full
moon,
make
me wild.
When
you rolled in
under
the thunder,
the
ground shook
and
my windows rattled.
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