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If I were as prolific
As Edgar Guest,
I might not be able
To do my best;
I might provoke ire
In Dorothy Parker,
As well as draw fire
From quart..
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O darling,
When first I saw you
Coming out of your shell,
All shivery ivory,
I knew I must have you.
So alone and vulnerable you were,
Naked and..
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Our holiest icons are on our phones,
Wee portals that, with a touch,
Allow us to traverse the globe in milliseconds
Effortlessly and without much t..
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A ventilated parchment, that's for sure!
Three hundred years of palimpsesting,
Scraping, erasing, and intercalation,
And what has she got to show f..
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Saw Hemingway the other day
As he am-bibbled eastward through upper Northwest;
He looked insouciant, fresh, and alive,
With an ogive of trout for a..
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My lovers are my children:
One by one they are born out of stardust,
Ignite and burn fiercely for a time,
Then cool and dim,
Lose mass and cohesio..
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(Or: Whatever Shall I Put in My Preface?)
I should like to thank . . . now pause a sec . . .
There's no one to thank, since I live alone,
Write alo..
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This waterfall of words inside me
Keeps me going, keeps me sane
From one uneventful moment to the next.
And when a drought deprives me
Of fluid el..
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That's all it is, I tell you truly.
The kettledrum rumbles, the curtain goes up,
And all too soon, the play is over.
You glance at the program in r..
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I've gotten my jab, so soon I'll be
Wholesome, unencumbered, and human again,
A worthwhile member of society,
No longer a threat to my fellow men.
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