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My
drums beat a Circadian rhythm
attuned
to the night, late evening
when
amperes and volts become shocks
of
blazing d..
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***The eyelid crust of an all nightpartier, I excavate and I sigh. Nightstill inside me. The wineI pissed away. Should I wakeher or let her lie with h..
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***Anagrams are my antithesis.I don't do crossword puzzles.Can I still be a poet?My vocabulary has limitations.I've never read Lamentations.Nor Hardy...
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The
bees have annexed the birdbath
but
want no water, no more than that
already
gathered at the bottom
after
two..
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It is an interesting question
they've tossed
out on television -
what
would you do if you knew
this
was the last day of..
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A
witting price is paid at last; so this
is
how it ends, no bells, no shouts, no prize
to
win; a world so turned it spins ..
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Created
as a device of torture, here is
the
pepper grinder. Some sadist marquis
in a dungeon prison
must
have inven..
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haiku
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My
dad had an itch and scratched it.
That's
how we came to move to the farm,
not
really a farm, more like ten acres
tha..
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It was my turn to turn sideways;
after
my silhouette was completed
and
shown to the class,
all
I saw was my upper lip..
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