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We tend to forget How most of the world works; I'm guilty of that, too. Paupers eke out stability In narrow margins, A bare existence, While her..

Pickle-monkey's on my back, Gotta have that nummy snack; Homemade's best, but come a hitch, Claussen's spears can scratch my itch. Not just cukes,..

Once more, a superheat enfolds us; We sweat like porkers roasting on a spit. The sycamores lose leaves, the cypresses despair Of ever greening out ..

We drift further apart Like the galaxies; Banish trust and respect, Welcome calumnies. There'll always be reasons Degree by degree To stoke a de..

What language infects these printed pages? It cannot be English, for those who read them Leave with a basic incomprehension. The stack of music I'v..

Some of us are silent poets, And some spill guts on the guttered streets In ritualistic thoroughbred rants, In sonic booming decibel-bursts, Compe..

All they want to hear about Is flowers and starshine and dreams. But flowers wither from being mishandled-- The heat of a hand, a lack of water; A..

Assembling the libidinous accouterments Exhausts me, as I gird myself To go downtown Amid the flak and flagellations Of bus and train and shoes-on..

I'm always outbound While they rush inbound-- To work, to work, Ye suited jerks!-- Unmindful of admirers So casually encountered. One fancies th..

Through the coils of airport security That remind me of the ancient glyph, The sacred labyrinth, We tread the track with humanity in its Full awe-..