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without context, / your people could be / more suckers / for my roadside sideshow / / lacking evenings / moments hours talking looking / i just might / sell them swampland in florida / / flesh is fleshby Bapudi 14 lines, on May 7 5:49 PM 2007
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Being stubborn, / I don't know how to pray.by Bapudi 1 lines, 2 comments, on May 7 5:40 PM 2007
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It is easy to walk on sand. / It is hard to walk on sand. /by Bapudi 2 lines, 3 comments, on May 4 5:28 PM 2007
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i've contemplated the subtle for so long / it isn't subtle anymore / / why do i see / so many smart people / prentending not to be?by Bapudi 5 lines, 1 comment, on May 4 5:27 PM 2007
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The soft subtle flow / Through my eyelids / Reminds me of waves: / Salty gossamer fresh / Foaming lacy embryonic. / Strands, branching, / Fork - /
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Rise and fall, / Rise and fall, each day / Wake up with a whisper / Shakesnap fingers at the sun. / Pardon? / That'sby Bapudi 12 lines, on May 4 5:23 PM 2007
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I saw you up there, / Where it’s thin. / Your smile was sunlight / Your hair was wind. / / You blinked, disappeared. / Where I stood, I sat, / right in that very spot. / Your scentby Bapudi 35 lines, 5 comments, on May 4 5:22 PM 2007
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All I ever was / I am right now. / Time creeps / About my head / Thick / Shadowy / Fever. / / Inside the hum / Of my self / Restless buzz / Atman, Om, The Mother / Time creeps. /
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I peer into / A single thread / From end to end. / / A patterned voice, / Composed of noise / In tiny chunks, / Assails me / Derails me. / / I cling in desperation / To a single thread.by Bapudi 11 lines, 2 comments, on May 4 5:20 PM 2007
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Words have round, downy bodies / Like birds; I cup them in my hands / And release them to the waiting air. / / They have lost their tell-tale ring, / Their rule and rhyme / That makes them sing. / And now theyby Bapudi 20 lines, 6 comments, on May 4 5:19 PM 2007
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Abrasive acid panels / Become soundstages / For live kill-on therapy / Served with onions. / / All the king's linseed, / And all the king'by Bapudi 14 lines, 2 comments, on May 4 5:18 PM 2007
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. I'm a pinball machine. / . The house, sentient beaming nostrils / . undersea, fails to witness. / . Twenty, and four years old again. / . Four yeby Bapudi 13 lines, on May 4 5:17 PM 2007
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I see myself in everything else / and everything else in me. / The universe stooped down / to whisper me a secret / but I didn't hear. / I was too busy thinking / about what kind of / muffin to buy.by Bapudi 7 lines, on May 4 5:16 PM 2007
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Tonight is the night of / smoking crack and reading the Bible aloud / / Tonight is the night of / a belly-dancer who's drunk too much egg
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I dream of houses high / on rocky cliffs, surf pounding / Haunted houses, museums, / atom bomb blasts, / dark, sadistic men, / car accidents / and sex. / / Do you understand / that I cried in a good way?
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Sweepscan skybanks / Eyes tied in knots / there! And there! / Tiny fist-fight concussions / luminous puffballs. / / Nothing wrested / nothing gained, / ever. /
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I'm on the shore, / I'm writing. / / Picked up a grain of sand, / And look: / A tiny planet. / / A handful of them / Thrown out to sea. / / On the shore, / I'm writing. / / Stretch verbs across cby Bapudi 27 lines, 7 comments, on May 3 6:55 AM 2007
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A poem isn't / A greeting card to a month. / Standup , breathe fire, ask for more or less / The deep against the sentimental creep / Of pretty things. / / Poetry once was a / Mission, Religion, / Anarchy,
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That candle burned for a hundred years. / We replaced the wick. / We replaced the wax. / We replaced the flame. / We replaced the room. / We replaced the air. / We replaced the table. / We replaced the stars.
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