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She pats her belly
making feeding motions toward her mouth
as she
talks--something in Spanish--
and the greenback
grows hot,
blushing in m..
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“Fork in the left,
knife in the right�"like the English do,”
says Grandma as I
saw at my chicken fried steak,
gravy tumb..
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We four are the only
dark things
in this sun-washed
wasteland;
me in my summer
skin,
him in his usual
brown,
the crow,
the gun...
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This is a song I wrote a while back but for some reason never posted. I hope you enjoy the words.
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You part your lips to speak,
and in such beautiful tones,
say that word
that I find
to be so frighteningly defined.
With your tongue that I o..
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I am elevator music.
That’s as good a name as any
Because I know you will just forget.
The steel door will slide shut,
And you will go about..
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These are the lyrics to my most recent song.
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Just a little something I thought up . . .
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I wrote this poem for a contest that focused on the Nazi concentration camp, Auschwitz-Birkenau.
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Some women hold a profound power over the hearts of men. I don't know if they are fully aware of it, but it is there. And it is damn dangerous. That i..
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