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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,..
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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 ..
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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..
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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..
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Some of us are silent poets,
And some spill guts on the guttered streets
In ritualistic thoroughbred rants,
In sonic booming decibel-bursts,
Compe..
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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..
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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..
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I'm always outbound
While they rush inbound--
To work, to work,
Ye suited jerks!--
Unmindful of admirers
So casually encountered.
One fancies th..
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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-..
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The old school purged my favorite teacher
From our reunion's memory book;
Gone, as if he never existed.
A former student reported the man's
Uncons..
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