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The autumn clematis, seditiously fragrant,
Invites me, incites me to roisteries.
Perfumerous stars tumble over a railing,
September's honeypaps dau..
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Tonight they gather
In the sweatstain park,
Too hot to eat;
Could'a told them that!
One of two powwows--
December, September--
They dare to hold..
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They took away the poet's seat
Next to the Montessori school--
A simple stony bench just wide
Enough for two lovers to bill in peace--
And dared t..
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Little spider, little spider,
Why are you here?
Why do you come back
Year after year?
Do you really catch buggies
To suck on for food,
Or do you..
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Ghost human again, I must snuggle with;
Light as a feather, limp as a sheet,
It is not its fault,
It is a sheet.
Ghost human again, I must convers..
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I.
Is it something in ink he said,
Something he published,
That frosts you over whenever he's mentioned
Second-hand, third-debased, by implication..
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"I never pretended to offer such literature as should be a substitute for a cigar or game of dominos to an idle man." -- Robert Browning, 1868.
Dea..
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Drippy free verse platitudes
Plastered inside our buses like ads,
Cheery optimistic chirps--
"My Windowbox Garden,"
"The Kindness of Neighbors"--
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Much is made of the Internet being
The modern glory of mass understanding--
Locks pried off and secrets exposed
To any odd bedchamber-bound voyeur;..
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The Bard of Arlington dreams through his nighttimes,
Toils in the mornings,
Naps afternoons.
His list of contacts is super-slim:
A plumber, a dent..
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