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In
the middle of grinding
the critter into mush
beneath
the heel of my boot,
I
was blinded
by
bright white..
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haiku
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Whatever
your opinion of Pluto
as one of the planets, Plutodoesn’t care; Pluto will
still
be there doing its Pluto
..
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***
I’ve
yet to observe an orangutan
make
a last second bucket and lead
his
team to a win, or witness
a
walrus ru..
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***
Everything
I write is banal,
nothing
but the lame old thing,
unoriginal
as a hooker in Times Square,
sophomoric,
like ..
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Don’t
cry. It’ll get better
is
what mother said when disaster
stood
at my four-year-old doorstep
and
th..
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***
The
butt-dial came
from
a washing machine.
You
could hear the agitator’s
whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,
as
soapy wa..
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For
a year and a half, I took lessons
a piano clone
of Van Cliburn.
Then
I quit. Baseball took precedence.
Track
and ..
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Thanks to Ken e Bujold for editing suggestions.
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***
I
was perfect, a ripe red balloon.
Helium swollen, overfilled.
To continue my free floating,
I abandoned first and best of
lo..
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