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Will

Bitter Unmarked Question Unwilling Pattern

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Beneath the Monkey Bridge

The lurching lady lingering there by the hedgerow Flinging herself in bare armed beauty with The look and gesture of a raging bacchanal Precocious and promising pontificating unintelligibly Possessing the fascination of a chancred flower Cleo de Merode Princess Leda … Continue reading

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If I Can’t Have You

  If I Can’t Have You Attempt-to-locate In the American bush Over lunch at the Old Country Buffet Or among the road runners And the occasional lizard Outside the Pacific Northwest’s Premier cosmetology school Where it looks like someone Has … Continue reading

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Innocence and Experience 11

Walk in beauty But don’t undulate Oh noble presence Oh moment of distemper You shall see that it is What I say

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Bar/Riot

They were in the bar watching the riot on TV When the plate glass window shattered and Suddenly The riot was in the bar

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Believe

She comes behind me while I’m sitting there at the banquet and when I realize it’s her it’s over– over for everybody and everything that’s not her. the boring banquet, my unfortunate date, all of it. I get up, turn … Continue reading

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Earth-Shaker

Tottering on tectonic heels Producing a universal quaking Flicking cigarette ashes Ashes we all fall down Is this where you want me Looking up to you Double vision trails as you Stalk to and fro in front of The panoramic … Continue reading

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Golden Tablets

The Goddesses inscribed my fate On these golden tablets Hung them around my neck And Their weight pulled Me down to earth When I returned The tablets were wiped clean Only a mark or two remained A mark or two … Continue reading

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