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Something happened in that field where we killed the bottle of vodka something happened, no one talks I remember the stars and tracing Leo ..

Today I am as barren as those yellow fields just starting to show their green I am scraped white like the sky under it’s long s..

Sylvia I think you’ve gone and left the pilot off again; You were always so careful in the way you arranged your meals each one so a..

This house is so quiet I can hear my blood that washes down through me I listen to the clockwork gears of myself humming and clicking and wo..

The handshakes and head nods squared off shoulders and the stiff walk they say, who you know? who knows you? the eyes, those baleful moons, u..

She said my poems are like glass I think she thought that meant they were clear and she could see right through them she drank her wine and s..

They try and tell me there’s no magic in the world no illusionists, no conjurers or magi but I tell you I’ve been useless all damn d..

Your eyes are open as twin pockets of night trapped by the glare of morning but are you sleeping, or dead? You lie on your side not mo..

We should have met when we were young when poems and wildflower garlands were enough we should have met when I could have held your hand and ..

Wine sells cheap down at the corner liquor store but the girls around these parts want more than I can offer with my dimes and my devastat..