Hey
hey, kid you mean me? yeah, you. oh uh-huh sure, boy.
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Gifts
At dawn when the dew has built its tents on the grass, will you come to my grave and sprinkle bread crumbs from an enchanted kitchen? Will you remember me down there with my eyes shattered and my ears broken and my tongue turned to shadows?…
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First Star on the Twilight River
A river of twilight Flowed over the hills And covered the valley With its soft, cool water. I sat beside my little brother On the front porch, and I Told him a story about A flower that fell In love with a star. When I finished the story, My little brother pointed…
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The Final Ride
The act of dying is like hitch-hiking into a strange town late at night where it is cold and raining, and you are alone again. Suddenly all the street lamps go out and everything becomes dark, so dark that even the buildings are afraid of one another.
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Death Growth
There was a darkness upon the darkness, and only the death growth was growing. It grew like the darkness upon darkness growing.
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The Daring Little Guy on the Burma Shave Sign
Manny is one of those little guys in America who would rush in where angels fear to tread and start a hot dog stand. If the business fell through and Manny ended up in hell, he would accuse the devil of being antilabor.
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A Correction
Cats walk on little cat feet and fogs walk on little fog feet, Carl.
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a cookie
i pray to God. for Him to let me have You. if He will let me have You i will give Him a cookie.
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Come Dreamers and Lovers
come dreamers and lovers come and let us melt into eternity. come for god's sake.
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A Cigarette Butt
A cigarette butt is not a pretty thing. It is not like the towering trees, the green meadows, or the for- est flowers. It is not like a gentle fawn, a singing bird, or a hopping rabbit. But these are all gone now, And in the forest's place is a…
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Chasing Soup
This morning I have been chasing soup to catch and put it in a poem, but the soupsoon ran away from my words.
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Butterfly's Breath
The moon throws A shadow upon the night. The shadow is as silent As the birth of a rose, And the shadow is as soft As a butterfly's breath.
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The Buses
Philosophy should stop at midnight like the buses. Imagine Nietzsche, Jesus and Bertrand Russell parked in the silent car barns.
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The Breeze
In the time of the evening all things grow cool again in Fallon when God starts caressing this city with His great hands.
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The American Submarine
". . . I became aware of a loud and gradually increasing sound, like the moaning of a vast herd of buffaloes upon an American prairie . . ." —Edgar Allan Poe Edgar Allan Poe was an American submarine, sailing beneath a herd of buffaloes, he torpedoed a maelstrom,…
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The Ageless Ones
Dewdust Covering flower shadows The dawn And its prolific promises The sea Dancing to the music Of the moon.
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The Accidental, Unintentional Color of Your Death
Nobody knows how they will die. Their color will find them.
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15 Stories in One Poem
I hate to bother you, but I just dropped a baby out the window and it fell 15 stories and splattered against the sidewalk. May I borrow a mop?
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