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- The Way Things Are at sharepoetry
I could have seen things differently-- - Kiss & Ride (on the CTA) at sharepoetry
The sun,he imagined / must be going down. / He rubbed his head / lulled by the clack / and drag, a lovely song / on the railed horizon / crooned by the bag-lady / stuffed with newspapers / in the seat opposite. / / A cracked Chicago m - Winter Lessons at sharepoetry
We were a bicycle with rusted spokes, / two cogs in a sputtering machine. / / I know each gravel cadence by heart / But your words are softer, precise, / / surgical steel, anesthetized, hygienic. / We are better people now. / / My col - Seven-Eleven at sharepoetry
On a Tuesday afternoon / it is enough / to wrap a donut / flaked with sugar glaze / in thin tissue and pass / on the coffee burning / on a hot plate / as the rain falls / and know this is not home. - Breakfast on Strathmore at sharepoetry
/ I pick up the paper in the early wash of day / to read about the steady current of events / carving tragic streams—though we thought tragedy impossible / in these grey and heroless times. We sit trying to hearken back / to the hush of a bett - Americana Part 3 at sharepoetry
1. / How deep this concave thing runs / one can’t say…really / as for curbside Toyotas and Chevys / vanishing into the horizon / of manicured lawns with mailboxes / across playground ballfields / and sunset California freeways / beside - Philosopher's Local 151 at sharepoetry
. - After Stevens at sharepoetry
. - #5 at sharepoetry
. - Providence Notebook at sharepoetry
Downtonwn dead trout float - The world is ugly. The people are sad. at sharepoetry
Sam walks a yellow dog who stops to wait / From time to time in halos of park-lamp light / For each dull wince and pause in hobbled gait. / Old knees persist like memory tonight / Where trees spread branches like dinosaur bones / Across the nigh - Coffee Break at sharepoetry
The monotony of the world at 10 am / pulses like stale light through an office window. / / Elsewhere, sparrows flirt in branches with buds / about to burst. People with children / / and mini-vans pack groceries in trunks / having secrets - Emily in the Commons at sharepoetry
. - Election Pantoum at sharepoetry
We are the change we seek/ The world is ugly - Primates at sharepoetry
It’s three in the morning, you’re gone / and a man in a gorilla suit / is running across my lawn / Quigley yelps and yaps, runs in loops / The light from McKevitt’s window flickers / on then off—he doesn’t see the clown / / stumbling and fl - chalk-scratch home at sharepoetry
we won't find you now, in the drive - Traffic report for a snowy day at sharepoetry
All night—the radio fuzzed winter storms / So you woke to see street-side trees shivering / Their tops coated in icy porcelain sky / Their bent skeletons proof of an airy heft. / / School’s in the tri-county area cancelled today, / Metro ser - Passing Through Providenc at sharepoetry
Downtown dead trout / float like silver dollars / on the river / the Narragansett called / Woonasquatucket— / it slices through the town / Roger Williams called / Providence. / / From its clabbery banks / I hear them in their workboot - Sometimes always never (maybe) at sharepoetry
Swimming the snaky river / the sunlight blanched our skin / so that we regarded reflections / of sickly stomachs and arms / as venomous currents / in the watery shine. / / Below the river was dark / and the gold surface transformed - Xero-scape at sharepoetry
I planted stones in the rose garden / they were white & elegant / ovular instead of unfurling petals / smooth instead of thorny. / / No pruning, / I thought, / with nothing to prune / except these lingering / thoughts / of swelling, r - Tsavo Maneaters at sharepoetry
Without pride they tore the brown breasts of railroad men / Patrolling the thirsty Kenyan banks with stealthy mien. / Red moonlight sluiced between brambles & linen skins / Of slumbering encampments in the shadowy bush / Pressing upon tawny flesh - Portsmouth Cafe at sharepoetry
How strange you should be here at all, Charles Simic. / Your face like a twice cancelled postage stamp / Etching letters to sad philosophers— hunched beer-metaphysicians. / The silent three-fingered waiter fills your cup with Styx black liquid, / - On Chickens & Roads at sharepoetry
. - [ emily in the commons ] at sharepoetry
. - Providence at sharepoetry
Downtown dead perch float like silver / dollars in the river the Narragansett called / Woonasquatucket. / The rivers & bay bear the earthy truth of God’s purchase— / Roger Williams called ‘Provi - I'm finished waiting for you at sharepoetry
A tribute to W.C. Williams and a mild f...you to someone else. - Blue States at sharepoetry
/ >An Islamic sliver of moon rises—a scythe without a hammer / in the Indian-corn blue sky of early evening. / She knows the sky’s portents & / walks around wit - the pruning at sharepoetry
xsoulangiana, the magnolia / for years hugged / brownstone back bay streets / in her endless canopy of / rich pink & milk-white. / in spring her housecoat would spread - Truro (from a museum) at sharepoetry
In the gallery, / in angles painted in light / your frame stood lovely in its corner: / engrossed, solitary. / From mine, / I gazed upon the canvas / where Hopper painted the Tru
