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Amorosia, long-lost city of love,
I searched for you, stumbling through rain-riddled labyrinths,
Through informal gardens of litter and lorikeets,..
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How I got up here, I really don't know--
I hate heights; belvederes and escarpments unnerve me.
Maybe I sleepwalk? That would explain it.
One morni..
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Desolation was my frame of mind--
Je suis désolé as the Frenchman said;
I was my own lethal kiss of death,
Scoring zero all over, a..
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Sifting through sand, panning for gold;
The process is endless.
The process seems aimless.
Fumbling in darkness, lightheaded and droll,
Inconsolab..
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A man with withered arms
Assaulted the triceps machine
With pile-driving vigor.
His clangor betokened warfare
Against a wasting condition,
An aff..
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The sky's geometry is complicated:
Dashes, dots, and scritch-scratch lines
Tattooing the zenithal super-slate,
With creamy spume-tufts scudding thr..
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Mayakovski set his foot on the throat
of his own poetic diatribes;
such was the vehemence of that era.
Not so today--instead of
point-and-thrust p..
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A wish list wadded up and thrown
Upon a roaring pile of logs
That lofts it up a grimy flue;
A missive destined for Saint Nick,
Mary Poppins, Buddh..
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Onions usually don't make me cry,
But today, while slicing a purple bulb,
I sobbed like a widower on hearing the news
That his children, too, have ..
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The search may last a lifetime:
Those lucky schmucks who do succeed
Never speak of it again;
Those that fail either throw up walls
Or race around ..
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