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Where did we leave off,between kiss and collision?Would you like to dance?You step on my toes, and I'lllead us around in circles.
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i know, this is all going to come outwrong, i'll shift my glass from hand to hand,stuttering, searching for a word, a smile, spillingand then asking f..
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i find myself, returning,a recurring dream,old familiar ways,still remains:the Capitol Theater, there,it used to stand there,right therewhere now ther..
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if only all my wordshad an ISBN number assigned to them,that and a copyright dateand a three inch space -on a shelf in theLibrary of Congress - theni ..
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among the nightmare and the wistful, pleasant dreamwhere lonely lay contented souls, asleep,expectant eyes stick wide, intent to seemas if the sight o..
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allen ginsberg, you missed a poemabout needing to take a pisswhen you really have toits like no other bliss or zen nirvanain the world.you'll run to g..
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An attempt at a written visual painting of my first place in Austin, TX.
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Tonight I want tobe a derelict, a drunk.Too bad it's last call.Tonight I went outand was alone in a crowd,words scattered about.I met you today.You di..
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have i forgotten how to forget?clouds like quilts and tapestriesand typewriter leaves, click-clackingacross sidewalks and sea-walls,sweeping through t..
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A collection of fragments that fit together.
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