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every inch of the empty seat still warm
the celibate concrete slopes down into
your perfumed hand
every inch of my spartan iron ribs cold
to the gaze of the pink and greyed sky
your back pocket
holds a crumpled page and out the door
to some other world which I have never seen
your fainted memory
now slips beneath this hollow clanging
to [...]
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we survived, lived to tell the tale
to someone who could have known
of horrors fie we saw in the sky
and how the gale had blown
we held fast, tried to put to sail
our tortured ship to seas beyond
the lightning struck with hazard luck
and the thick’ning mist despond
we pressed on, though many fell pale
and when the sky [...]
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“forget your wife at home,”
the white capped waves becked to me
for the siren i could ne’er rebuff
and the wind’s full sailed blast
keep your mind off thoughts of love
until the night has passed
ride the crashing brine surf
neptune’s wrath perfected me
for a sailor, he is ever tough,
and this ship is riding fast
keep your sea-legs up to [...]
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the hazy gigantic crater faced moon man
looking down through his dimly lit pockets
between the trees he saw in the sand
talking incoherently about magic rockets
a crazy pedantic wispy haired dune man
looking down through his golden rimmed glasses
between his knees he saw in his hand
bubbling out slowly its internal gasses
a lazy atlantic razorback clam, man
looking down [...]
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These lips push apart
wish to speak but are stapled together
by common sense
a paper clip lies in that cleft
perfectly parallel
but perpendicular
to the metric
and standard
with China at the end
not my bottle
not my pen caps
not my catalogs
and magazines
not my conversation
outside
hammers beat in arrhythmic cacophany
to the hiss and hum of machines
inside
my feet are sore
my back is bowed
my teeth [...]
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How are you?
feeling
fine for now.
although
the heat of flirting branches
taps my knuckles
noiselessly
over there
flowers
which had just opened their eyes
after the grey cold blinding
wilt in a refracted glass
zoom in
it’s time to
ignore the world