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I don't look much in mirrors anymore
keep my gaze steady my posture correct
exercise three four times a week I'm
in great shape. Really. Writing pl..
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Lying like this, with my head insomebody else's laprabbits popped into my head.I know I should think about sex, or weed, or what's tantalisingly close..
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Sweetheart, a quick poem about you and Ito read sometime when the rain beats incessantlyon your windowsilland you can't remember what it is to be happ..
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D'you like it?
his eyes dart
hummingbird traces around
inside his head.
I lick my lips, shove hands in
pockets, make myself small.
He is begg..
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I don't do as much talking.
Lately, I prefer not doing -
the hole that joins spokes
the space that holds life
holds death.
Everything's a mi..
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It's cold and April.
I rise early
watch my breath condense
think of nothing
feel Time's pretty chasm
yawning out in front of me.
The old part..
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A girl, as usual,presses earnestly past elbows and anecdotesarmchairs and a******s.This is not a poem about her.She's looking for me. I'm a ghost when..
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So: she grins at me so: when was the last time you told the truth?It is not a grin like any I have ever wore.When I'm mean I grow quieter and quieter ..
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I used to find solace in writing.Somewhere along the way, that tenuous serenity has taken its leave of me. I'm not one for blamingand this departure i..
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