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Comes home from work,kicks off his shoes,pours himself a dark and stormy.Looks at me with beady eyesthat speak violence to the soulthat rows out to se..
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I cup my hands to catch you in all your droplets when you talk to me------holding too much, this molecular sea.I plunge and explore the spaces that ar..
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Life in soundless shards,Torchless escape from dusk of day. Thousand voices form:Ancestors weep the dirges of their weight.Somewhere in their elegy a ..
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Sundried escapism and a skyless spirit vacates.I can no longer write sonnets---they are redundant.What: to be free and joyful, emergently?Various ball..
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Rolled over the burning rice fieldsAnd fields of smogThe gray mountains poseAs only silhouettes couldIn the long, dry summer.The black-throated bushti..
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I watched as the othersReared their instruments,And I, too,With silent strings,To await my conductor.
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I’d like to erase my name as though frost from a windowsill so you can see my face more clearly. Little lush. I hold my warrants heavy, though w..
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The darkest winter nights tend to tiltwhat little moonlight they have left to give.Somebody at the door.Ignore, ignore--you are fading away;the shade ..
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Spin this story. Relive againThe one you wrote before.You passed by a patch of petuniasDown a foreign road,Lit the pleasures of past libido.You were o..
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