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One Time In The Corner Tonight there will be no lies about how your perfect breasts are full as the moon. Nothing from the night sky has fallen into your eyes. The lie of the metaphor is no more desirable than the lie of omission. “I do not know which I prefer” the beautiful lie…
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Dead Baby Blue for Robert Trammell Beware, Life is not a dream even when dead birds lying drunkenly in the gutter suddenly straighten Verona feathers stand on broken feet of poems vomit a gut full of idealistic maggots eyes swimming against the … bone, (alabaster, ivory, eggshell, porcelain, pearl,) undertow of parasitic insights bitch-slap the…
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Love in the Time of Corona with apologies to Márquez “I don’t believe in God, but I’m afraid of Him.” I break my tongue in prayer like a pagan Pilgrim little deaths in the wake of obliteration “Kneel before the object of our liberation” Drink from the fountain over the temple’s door They ain’t got…
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No More Moon Dreams The Moon ! The Moon ! The bloody moon It’s about to drive me bloody loon. My heart, my heart, my broken heart You may as well ignite your farts. And when was the last time you rode a horse Or wrote a line in you own voice? Someone dead and…
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I have lived long enough that I have become a stranger to myself many times. I read a few poems in an old chap book. Poetry the soul remains from the ashes of that man.
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