January 17
Drinking wine this afternoon I realize the days are getting longer.
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Drinking wine this afternoon I realize the days are getting longer.
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Slow/dark . . . black/seeming approach: a plant by an open window.
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I sit here, an arch-villain of romance, thinking about you. Gee, I'm sorry I made you unhappy, but there was nothing I could do about it because I have to be free. Perhaps everything would have been different if you had stayed at the table or asked me…
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A lyrical want, an endocrine gland fancy, a telescope that I thought had no thorns have led me to a pain that I cannot pronounce. It gathers around me like a convention of translators for a language that does not exist with all those meetings to attend.
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Hilda, I keep wanting to write a poem in praise of your beautiful energy and because I like the Virgo grace of your ways. Funky as it is: I'm sorry, forgive me, I guess this is that poem.
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33-1/3 sized lions are roaring at the black gates of Fame with jaws that look like record company courtesans brushing their teeth with would-be rock and roll stars in motel bathrooms with a perfect view of hot car roofs in the just-signed-up afternoon.
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That's where I see your face, baby, on a tank all around the cannon.
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The alarm-colored shadow of a frightened ant wants to make friends with you, learn all about your childhood, cry together, come live with you.
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Pretty: except for the puncture bruises on her arm. Also, she's a little thin.
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A transparent bridge across the elbow of a dead duck beckons, friends, like a boiled radio station toward a better understanding of yourself in these crisis-ridden times.
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Mouths that kissed in the hot ashes of Pompeii are returning and eyes that could adore their beloved only in the fires of Pompeii are returning and locked bodies that squirmed in ecstasy in the lava of Pompeii are returning…
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He wants to fly, sitting next to me on the bus, reading a copy of Flight Handbook. He has one of the largest thumbnails I've ever seen. As he dreams of bird-like mannerisms, I stare at this thumb.
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A witch and a 6 pack of Double Century Ale that's what I want to do on a rainy winter night at her place.
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It's a late starting dawn that breathes my vision, inhales and exhales the sound of waking birds and pokes ten miles of cold gray sky at a deer standing alone in a meadow.
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In a room that knows your death a closet freezes like a postage stamp. A coat, a dress is hanging there.
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Always spend a penny as if you were spending a dollar and always spend a dollar as if you were spending a wounded eagle and always spend a wounded eagle as if you were spending the very sky itself.
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I feel so bad today that I want to write a poem. I don't care: any poem, this poem.
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Snowflaked as if by an invisible polar bear —unlucky bastard, you're sitting on the fender of her kisses while she drives the car down into the perfect center of ice.
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Fragile, fading 37, she wears her wedding ring like a trance and stares straight down at an empty coffee cup as if she were looking into the mouth of a dead bird. Dinner is over. Her husband has gone to the toilet. He will be back soon and then it will be her turn…
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Just an ordinary girl, 118 pounds, chipped front tooth, cute, born in Reno, Nevada, a student at SF State, she wants candles married to her womb by the color of a telescopic saint, so that all her children will be adventures in light.
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