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Could notcollapse I want a drink I want the foolish lick of vodka and orange juiceI awoke after a smather'd pasted falling down (drunken)I want to sli..
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my children pass by, this poem is incomplete
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sitting in the middle of a field at 2a.m.
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my arms are pendulums my feet are hammers my walk is trustworthy
I lean over to look at a worm like
a bent nail
my eyes are vacuum cleaners ..
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I look out
and see myself sitting in my car
bent over, eyes like bees, hands mine but not mine
a finger digging, pointing into my ear
I am ..
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we climbed higher and higherbugs, snakes, the presure of climbing must have entered my headi should have known better than take a twelve year old i sh..
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a poem for everyone who wants to listen.i miss the old word processor and before that the type writer and before that my valuable notebooks.i was craz..
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drowning, i should have known i would
what with
constant reaching inside myself to
pronounce things, grabbing the vermont roadmap
coveri..
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you cannot go there, like black and white (holsteins)in the pasture to the side of the house you cannot go there we are children there and the water i..
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really upside downwith worms comingout your mouthand smooth...no, hardnightmare consequencesin the middle of the dayand all the people theypass byon t..
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