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When I was young and covered in water
I walked through the woods and had no fearwithout a mother or psalm or little tongue.Old men wore cotton and wo..
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Slip down into the low bed of flowers
outside Mrs. Slatterly’s window,
on the corner of Dunn and Dam.
Listen to that black widow cry
as shar..
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Somewhere beyond these auburn hillsof a million sunning flowers,there’s a place that I once lovedamong the green side.Pour milk into my burning ..
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There will come the time when your bones turn blackin the fire of the ages all covered in dust,and your heart will leave your skin in a flurry of rose..
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Anathema, brother, for leaving her corpse in the sand,flecked with sea salt and Atlantic City kisses. Now I’ll have to hear her when the wind bl..
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They flew above the mango trees
like a school of fish in the sky
and as they did my father left us in a dark coat
with his boat and the last word I..
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Lost under this desert sea,take my smoke crippled words.Realign your novelties,sew them to the feet of birds.Guide them to the calm abyss,where little..
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Copper frosted swan sleeps on your lips,
flutters in the cold alpine wind, rustling
through whitewash leaves of virgin cedar bough.
Your feathers..
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The
Man Made of Pigeons collected pennies
and named each one after the names of his loves: Elma,
Amelia, Esther, Lamentations, Moses, Abraham, Roo..
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