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Something there is glowing--
A lightning bug, something
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The heralds trumpeted to signal the start of the race
The competitors bedecked themselves in all colors
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It’s three in the morning, you’re gone
and a man in a gorilla suit
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Without pride they tore the brown breasts of railroad men
Patrolling the thirsty Kenyan banks with stealthy mien.
by J. Peoples
24 lines, 1 comment,
on Feb 16 10:17 AM 2008
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Downtown dead trout float
Like silver dollars in the river
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There’s something I’ve been meaning to get off my chest for some time now.
Because that something’s got my goat
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How strange you should be here at all, Charles Simic.
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Mi cancer es su cancer
so give me a light and we'll live free or die
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Last time we spoke
Your voice was thin
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An Islamic sliver of moon rises—a scythe without a hammer
in the Indian-corn blue sky of early evening.
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coded waves stream through the wooden box
or they scatter off into the night
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Every medical student has a special relationship
with his cadaver.
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Downtown dead perch float like silver
dollars in the river the Narragansett called
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Principeza,
I have waited long for you
by J. Peoples
14 lines, 5 comments,
on Dec 24 8:49 PM 2007
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When the branches still with ice & cold night,
I shall be the one to shake.
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So people are apples
if apples had ghost pains
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All morning
specks of dust danced in light &
by J. Peoples
17 lines, 1 comment,
on Dec 15 6:33 PM 2007
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An Islamic sliver of moon rises-- a scythe without a hammer.
In the Indian-corn-blue sky of early evening--
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xsoulangiana the magnolia,
for years she hugged brownstone
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near the frozen
frog pond,
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if i could decode the static / and learn the destination of the radio's waves / which would trail off / into the radiation of night's vast
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long ago
an Egyptian farmer
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Should from the ash of words new cities appear
and from their lifeless form steel towers rise
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In the gallery- its walls painted / in angles of light / your frame stood lovely in its corner-- / engrossed, solitary. / And in mine, I ga
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the branches of this haunted tree
are droopy, knotted and reflected
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travelling lone and long
nights on a greyhound
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A film directed by a moron
full of soapy cloth
resembling nothing
by J. Peoples
100 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 16 5:58 PM 2007
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days of atonement
creep in like
by J. Peoples
107 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 16 5:48 PM 2007
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i was four-and-a-half
the day i killed papa
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You are a ghost tree
Your wisps droopy.
by J. Peoples
68 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 4 3:14 PM 2007
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Human nature you’ll see
Is not what it used to be
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I'm a toothpick man.
My legs have come undone.
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Days of atonement
approach with
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You are a ghost tree
Your wisps droopy and dreaming.
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you are the greyest green
on late afternoons
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