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all caring subsided
force that murmurs in a dying fall
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his coke bottle leaned against
my mother's butter dish
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On a high horse riding
off in all directions --
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This infection
may well be regarded
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of evidence piling higher/ than the erstwhile rubble/ of Ground Zero
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On the dirt road in front of
my grandmother's house I came upon
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ticking time bombs / walking
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Some say/ the blessed dead/ go at once to heaven
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The blood drained out --
all of it
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Action in the concentration camp,
incremental liquidation of the large ghetto,
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Pieces slide
out of alignment.
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Play the tape backwards. Up ahead on the reversed Quantum timeline
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Blood of an oyster,
egg-white homeopathy --
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spiders of ullage
spin the enchained
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in the year when beer was outlawed
and there was news from the island of Malta
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My mother asks me to come into her bedroom.
A tree on the edge of the yard has fallen
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The thought of you, / like lightning
in the hand, flashing / from an immense distance
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Great Eastern from 1866
cable connecting our lands --
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A globe, I must have
a globe of the world, for I have
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Draw near, draw near
I will whisper in your ear
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Looking out / the window open as always / even the blinds removed at night / suddenly a black pall / falls, light of sky and earth / exting
by briareus
18 lines, 11 comments,
on Jul 28 11:04 PM 2007. In Angst
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He said / you must not touch such a woman / not even with the most gossamer tentacles / of your Quixotic imagination. / As if meeting with
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Day by day as I tread / the planks of this suspension bridge / my mother beside me walks a tightrope / stretched over the same abyss
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Could have been the folk singer he worshipped / but really was his mother, into the small classroom / and the sideways drawer that slid out
by briareus
17 lines, 17 comments,
on May 9 12:43 PM 2007. In Angst
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Bolts nuts washers screws and nails / hammer screwdrivers wrenches pliers / drills bits and toolboxes -- keep safe and dry / waterproof the
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I cannot tell you
what I see
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Like a worm in the wood of the world
or in the soft flesh of its fruit, he goes in
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I am a seed
floating on the wind
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Today, the world is a sweat lodge -- hills of the Tsalagi are stones
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Every man's bag of tricks is his own and every trick in the bag is unique
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by briareus
16 lines, 23 comments,
on Mar 23 9:43 PM 2007. In Adult
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In celebration
of the spring equinox today I shaved
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