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Gut Feeling
Sometimes I can’t write poetry; I know this so I don’t try. so I’ll listen to you stomp around and play your Steely Dan CD. I’ll lay on my back, look at the ceiling, and smoke my cigarette. Then I’ll...
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Constipation
a cat calls beneath my window and my stomach hurts from constipated poetry; I’m turning into mush from trying to lift these literary weights and be like them, dreaming of storefront windows and...
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I Can’t Breathe
why can’t I just be another guy? but I’m a person with a snake-sharp tongue and I’m a ripped flannel… I shoot my mouth like a shotgun. riddles and rhyming and rhythm, not taken seriously enough to stay...
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Wading Through the Cattails
I went to find my childhood buried in the morass of my memory; discarded in a moment of adolescence trying to be an adult before I knew what that was about. So me and a shovel and a dream go wading...
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For Galstephus the Mage
You dream like a king on a throne; you are not like the serfs and servants of this existence. This world doesn’t want kings and heroes; rather, normalcy is enshrined and page homage to with...
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Treaty
I’ve hated myself for so long for other people other opinions, other lives: here goes my hair – look in the mirror, watch your steely blue eyes wink: lighthouses to steer ships by. Bring them home....
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Sailing to Byzantium
I perch upon a basalt wall, 12 feet high; it surrounds the port Separating the rough-hewn blocks Of the well-travelled docks From the slopes of the mountains lost To the predations of much-prized...
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Forgive Yourself for Evolving
Perhaps my only true loves Are those that are inanimate, Or are animated soley by my Magical imagination. They love me like a god – I give them life, they give me Love without strings attached. They...
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This is Not an Option
Go now and learn; The process never ends. Go now and teach; This is not an option. You are the realization Of the hopes and dreams of your parents As they were theirs. This is the way it has always...
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Her Own Time
Sleep is coming in her own time. Soon, but not right now. I hear her footsteps in the courtyard And smell her in the still air. Sometimes my words fail me; I can’t think, and my poetry sucks. But keep...
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