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They race, they race, Like meteors launched from a cavernous place; Across the lawn, across the street-- No one else here has fleeter feet! Here c..

Perfection lasts only as long As the breeze allows you to have it. Arriving on a whim, Too soon it wafts away. A greediness arises That surpasses..

Monsieur is drawing on the window: Hot pink hearts and lipstick kisses, With red Da Hong Pao burning through. The message board chants LO E, LO E, ..

To hell with pleasure, to hell with pain, To hell with getting soaked in the rain. To hell with deleterious folk Who crab and carp, then say it's a..

There's a breeze slicing through This suburban canyon, And the sun is too hazy To warm the flesh. My gloves are ratty-- The stitches are loosenin..

I never got the chance to meet The master before he passed away. Should I regret A thing that was impossible, given That I am a nothing, a transpar..

I don't mind the demotion. I admit I'm the oddball With the cockamoon orbit, Sole ecliptical scoffer And freak of the System; But I like my condi..

Those friends who second-fiddled you For years as you sat rigidly And martyr-like, while staying mum, Or saying, "That's all right by me"; Those i..

Not grand or glorious, But mostly anonymous And always autonomous In a late afternoon. These sideline activities Engage my proclivities, Overrid..

The only love that I can give Is plastic, artificial, Thin as cardboard, bloodless, pale, And borderline superficial. You stand in nakedness and..