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Tonight they gather In the sweatstain park, Too hot to eat; Could'a told them that! One of two powwows-- December, September-- They dare to hold..

They took away the poet's seat Next to the Montessori school-- A simple stony bench just wide Enough for two lovers to bill in peace-- And dared t..

Little spider, little spider, Why are you here? Why do you come back Year after year? Do you really catch buggies To suck on for food, Or do you..

Ghost human again, I must snuggle with; Light as a feather, limp as a sheet, It is not its fault, It is a sheet. Ghost human again, I must convers..

I. Is it something in ink he said, Something he published, That frosts you over whenever he's mentioned Second-hand, third-debased, by implication..

"I never pretended to offer such literature as should be a substitute for a cigar or game of dominos to an idle man." -- Robert Browning, 1868. Dea..

Drippy free verse platitudes Plastered inside our buses like ads, Cheery optimistic chirps-- "My Windowbox Garden," "The Kindness of Neighbors"-- ..

Much is made of the Internet being The modern glory of mass understanding-- Locks pried off and secrets exposed To any odd bedchamber-bound voyeur;..

The Bard of Arlington dreams through his nighttimes, Toils in the mornings, Naps afternoons. His list of contacts is super-slim: A plumber, a dent..

Ah, zephyrous day! How I yearn to copulate With the breeze, To have it spread my flossy seed across These fallow lands. It's not so easy of late t..