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Dearest Arthur;
How to defend what,
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She sends me picture postcards
from the lip of the abyss –
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If you were less fresh,
I would dare a taste. Hell,
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A voice crying in the wilderness -
a small sign of life from one who just wants to know
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I have forgotten you – almost.
All my parts have gotten over
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The scientist, after a lifetime of study and experiment,
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I have no quibble with my toilet paper.
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Like some anti-Jesus freak
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Eclectic catechisms screamed
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The old woman collects Kleenex
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My soul has lain dormant for months –
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When I was young, I hated to see Autumn come;
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Forgiveness isn’t something
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I had a hundred thousand more things
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I only need to do the right thing one time.
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“Harboring resentment is like swallowing poison,
and waiting for the other person to die.” Zen saying
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In the evening of a life lived
unprepared and precariously;
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I been campin’ here on Death’s doorstep
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Tonight, I gave you another chance to be kind.
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Ah, the poets -
those maestros of words,
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Crow struts along the gutter,
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I remember going to the Mosque in Richmond
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It started with a grumbled word or two
and snowballed before my eyes into something
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I have the blue, blue blues –
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In my dreams, I’m always thirty –
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The heron steps fastidiously
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Twice graced this month by
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On my drive home from work today,
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I wended my way home unwarily
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The heron steps carefully
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