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Centuries press time into a neatly folded sheet aligned perfectly with pen erin-cilberto 5/1/23

Robert and the Drive Robert Creeley spoke to me in a dream he said "watch where you are driving for Chrissake" but I couldn't..

Rings as our lips met your greeting was a trillion miles away your eyes said nothing the kiss was some interplanetary imagi..

Days Aloof i could write a poem yesterday but it would still be the somber tale that words describe today and everyday whe..

what i always was i asked a streetwalker for a light she took me where the hotel one was a dim reflection of whom I had beco..

over there pathetic little dandelion cut down in adolescence loud purr of the happy engine destroying all in its path ..

between the fifth and the ninth beloved Beethoven's ear the deaf pinnacle of symphonic walks in the forest a culture ..

Gardens and Pretenses the bed sheet is colored in flashing neon her tears powder blue ocean wrinkles on sad cheeks muffle..

footnote academically speaking my heart is afloat in some medical journal explaining love in its degrees like the on..

dead barfly they spoke with reverence of you as you lay on your cold slab eyes bloodshot from drink the stories you used t..