UnderTheDeadPoetTree
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Second Star to the Right and Straight On Till Morn..A Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTreeSleep doesn't just elude, it is proficient in guerilla tactics |
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On The Lipses:A Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTreeIs this the beginning, dear? ... A pause. ... A feeling ... Inaction. ... A reaction. ... Decision. ... A pause. .. |
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To The Oasis They CameA Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTreeThey came across the salt pans, endless earth, a möbius pilgrimage. Each step on a conveyor belt furthering their seeming retreat, Delivery to .. |
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Careful and Patient TendenciesA Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTreeWho tends the garden now the old mans gone? I used to see him as I passed, trowel in hand and knees on small slip of lawn. Posture wilting amidst t.. |
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In Praise of The BreezeA Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTreeThe single feeder sways from its anchor on the basketball net. Almost empty from the frequent visitings of small birds of Mottled brown and iridesc.. |
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The Guardian or The WardenA Story by UnderTheDeadPoetTreeConsider a maze made of glass. All the walls sheer and perfect and utterly clear. All turns and twists and dead ends made one by the physics of it all.. |
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Then Came Lady Night In All Her FineryA Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTreeWe confronted ourselves in the dark that night. All across the town, homes turned down their lights. Chairs were pulled up, scraped against bare o.. |
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Self SurgeryA Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTreeYou were my mirror and my lens. With your help I excized the parts of me that didn't suit. I cut away my rough edges and you took your words and s.. |
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Scar Tissues to Dry Fresh TearsA Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTreeI am scar tissue. Long since healed and yet haunted by the knife I drive deeper to find some feeling not yet excised. |
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The Everyman's FearA Poem by UnderTheDeadPoetTreeIt's not that I was afraid that I was flawed, It's that I was afraid that I was normal. |
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