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The salty olive lingers on my tongue – should I refrain from taking another?My mind wanders to places so far flungfrom the routines that blanche the days and smother The crunch of snow, the scarf that was just hungon the … Continue reading

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I’m tired but sharp today, so I’ll just coast,as halogen light blues suffuse this room’slinoleum tiles where dust and fungus bloomsmushroom like fresh bouquets of holy ghost: Put your eye to the paper towel rolland see yourself aboard a crystal … Continue reading

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What is it? What do you all want from me right now?Should I unfurl myself into a crimson bloomin the springtime in this age of climactic doom,my ripened rosebud clashing with time’s pallid brow? Or maybe I should spend money … Continue reading

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Alive at lunch, they shout to prove their worth:thrown fruit that rolls atop the formica(soccer orange), feet slide across the berthof time in minds still growing out like a Slinky, rainbow-colored, that stretches outin hands of children laughing geekilyaware of … Continue reading

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Skinnamarink is our favorite jamon the power walk to daycare each dayover bottles, caca and blood – all gray,the road hard to read like let’s hope I am. But we run roughshod over slate sidewalkstrod on by ten thousands of … Continue reading

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My failing eyes catch the Christmas sparklein a plastic snowflake held by my childwhich he uses to bang on the drums, wildfearless of the veil and the whip’s crackle. While he’s off to sleep, I battle with wordswhich live in … Continue reading

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I’m puzzledby the weird confluence of deflatingfactors in my so-called being somethingBefuddled: Beloved like carpe diem flowerson alabaster from aural ageseach strand of hair heard like two blank pagesin the crystalline winds of Church hours: I was a docent of … Continue reading

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Literary people don’t like sonnets I’m like, fuck that, this is motherfucking music, this shit is deeper than poems, but it’s poetry too, *************** They say its reminiscent of high school well, my *****, I went to a high school … Continue reading

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I like sonnets because they’re musical A student gave me a bogus hall pass I function as a muse and/or a fool There is no rhyme or reason in a class Social or Spanish, space shrinks in this school Students … Continue reading

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I really almost die inside my sleep where the whiteness of squall and sea prevail as a gust of gulls swooped down and wassail in the salty air through which my thoughts leap. I crash in waves escorted by seaweed, … Continue reading

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