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Not a Poem, a paragraph.

The rush of a warm Sanibel eve, hum of a white metallic generator. I tap with a curving branch I saved, ..

Finding light in dooming systems splitting seconds into kingdoms, hotness rolling 'cross the cheeks l..

Behind the high rocks, where the tides swallow shore there's a cavern that echoes, with a steely still pool. ..

In the vein of a monologue. See casket scene in 'Last Tango in Paris' and imagine it as a poem.

Sometimes windows through space are windows through time...

The quarter hour arrives. I have joined Charlie in the doorway and am clad in my pack: a flesh toned,..

What it becomes. What it becomes, when the world gets its hands wrings the song to staccato and hijacks..

I lean on the stool, drunken from one of my runs. Salute to summer. A cutting remark plumes and stri..

What if I open the door to my apartment and there's someone in the kitchen? I look forward to what they'll say a..