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Traveling 2

We started into it That great tantalizing Landscape hidden Beneath the layers Of her clothes

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Gala

Big gala at the art museum. She’s there holding the corner of an oversized check signifying an oversized contribution from the oversized donor holding the other corner, but nobody’s looking at him or his check, they’re transfixed by her in … Continue reading

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Pursuit

  Sister In the parking lot Having fallen Unmendable Indifferent to the earth Its black ice   Now you’re gone Only too often Like all the time Always the same thing Also known As nothing   Once you gestured Things … Continue reading

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Stacy

  Stacy   Icy Stacy stayed true to her Watery roots her opaque surface Glittering smooth and placid Unruffled catching the light Approaching her still perfection Was like diving into dark lake Not knowing what lies beneath Seeing only your … Continue reading

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In Memorium: Bettie Page 1923-2008

  Bettie III   She walked in on her toes Tippy toes like a toe dancer And there was this beautiful flawless Tan body Tan all over no marks no freckles No blemishes Miss Perfection La Venus Des Mers Chaudes … Continue reading

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Haiku

  In the bus station The beautiful young woman With only one eye  

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The Visitor

  She told me What the undertaker Had done to her   Wired her jaw Reset her teeth Severed the spine at The base of the skull   She tilted it forward And showed me Inside her head  

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THREE POEMS

  THREE POEMS      Ensouled   The first thought A lacrosse mom Wasted on sports and lawyers A shadow puppet princess Falling on the prison wall     Bone Frog   In a canoe pin Peter Pan hat How … Continue reading

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After W. Collins

  After W. Collins   O solemn Eve Nymph reserved Maid composed Draw back Your cloudy skirts Dispel their Gradual dusty veil Let me rove Your wild And heathy scene Your genial love And pensive pleasures Sweet  

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For Greg Who Set Himself On Fire in Eberwhite Woods

  For Greg Who Set Himself on Fire in Eberwhite Woods   Gone In a blaze of glory   Still Owing me ten bucks  

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