death
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Gravity -after Renee Maria Rilke I live my life in decaying orbits Pulling out of the death spiral to swan dive Through the center of the dark hub of the Morning Stars Hell Gate When I was a child, I circled around the cosmos Circle shrinking in the dryer Circling the moon and a
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On Mornings Like this I Write Love Poems to the Ghost of Myself I have lived longenoughthat I have becomea strangerto myself many times.I read a few poems in an old chap book.Poetry the soulremains from the ashesof that man.
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Eschatology “Who in the legions of seraphim would hear my poems, even if I screamed them at god” -Rilke “who in the legion of seraphim would hear my poems, even if I screamed them into gods’ good ear?” –Rilke on a park bench between the alizarin crimson brick facades on the shops in old town
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To Do List Monday Kill a god Kill a major deity Go to store Buy wooden matches Tuesday Kill a goddess Kill a minor deity Go to hardware store Buy 5-gallon gasoline can Wednesday Kill time Buy a watch Place it into the garbage disposal Turn it on Go to store buy globe of the
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The Ancients Speak on Suicide Daedalus deep in his cups owns this grief that always embraces the beautiful lie over the ugly truth is my hubris martyred him not his ego or ignorance of no consequence now we spin doctor create a palatable myth push aside Pilate to wash our bloody hands of it history
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“Nigga’ Technology” I got my first cell phone last month Black flat sleek plastic flip up camera like on the original star trek today I sent my first text to a girl friend. I lost the power cord the second day. Everybody show off the freak flicks At work they wouldn’t understand Why while walking
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(For my most mortal master, Robert Cochran, And my most immortal master, Allen Ginsberg) “and where is the great sorrow , that has carried me this far?” -Robert Cochran Allen Ginsberg signed the papers Authorizing the thought police To break into his mother’s mad mind One day Robert Cochran may have to sign the papers
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Bird Flew for Robert Trammell silent as sentient shade a colossal crow wheels golden eye over Mecca and drops something it has stolen from its beak sometimes when I walk down the Lakewood’s sloping sidewalks I see your reincarnated corpse skin shriveled as a shaved scrotum ants crawling over unblinking eye and I stand here
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