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I have been betrayed by my own kind-- No fault of theirs; they are merely obeying Their bio-imperatives, always chasing Prime cuts of meat, taking ..

Once there was sky here Viewed from deer meadows, And later, pastures Crisscrossed with cow paths; And then: rutted tracks a-roar With motors and..

I meet my perfect mate Every single day On the train, the bus, the street; But neither of us knows Of our mortise-and-tenon fit, Nor is it like..

The Rodins are having a cocktail party-- The gang's all here: the Burghers and Balzac, The headless man and the crouching she; The Miró-bird..

Reason has been defeated! Right when the world requires Compassion and discretion, The gee-honks choose their champion: A chump-in-chief, A sav..

A friend of a friend of a friend of mine Has won many jackpots, so I'm told, Playing penny slots. Such gamblers don't even Handle coins--moneybags ..

An emptiness is invading our lives-- It creeps from without and within; A mask of despondency haggards each face In the parks, in the markets, in p..

Bless that good woman, Harper Lee-- May she rest in blissful serenity. "Mah pappy was a huge-a*s piece o' s**t, and he tole us little pieces o' s..

Some dreams once dreamed with fervor never will come true; If you refrain from blaming me, I will not blame you. There's nothing to be done that t..

This perplexing obsession with reversing time Consumes and corrupts the most genuine gentles: From before middle age to the doormat of death, We co..