Called War
I never want to go away to a place called War. I don't think you want to go there either.
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Poem for Whom I Love a Green-Colored True
I would like to be a little tiger sound asleep an purring in the enchanted jungle of yor brown hair.
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A Deer Hunting Memoir
The two bucks were hanging from a trree. They were covered from the shoulders down by canvas to protect them from the rain. Their tongues were sticking out and their eyes glowed. The air was sweet with the smell of juniper bush. Slow drops of rain fell through the beam…
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That Thing which Walks The Earth
Suddenly her blue eyes changed into black-vases and in each one of them there was a bouquet of dead swans.
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Poem for Little Momma
Birdy-oes haunt, like pieces of real gone confetti, this here crAAAzy sunset, whereas I don't, but wish I could.
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Photograph 4 (Ernest Hemmingway)
Ernest Hemmingway and three marlin sitting at a table and drinking a bottle of gin.
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Question 1
Is it against the law to eat ice cream in hell?
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Photograph 5
The mechanical function which is love sitting all by itself and lonely on a pile of ashes that were once people.
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Still Life 3
A bible and a grain of salt.
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Poem 4: Love Poem
Sleeping with her is like sleeping with a witch's broom. Her eyes have all the emotion of sandpaper. When I kiss her, it is like kissing a mouse trap which has been sprung. (I still cannot figure out why I love her more than anything.)
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Photograph 6
A butterfly taking a shit.
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Photograph 4 (Two Railroad)
Two railroad tickets to nowhere. And nowhere.
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Profound Saying 3
If your girl's kisses make you feel weak in the knees, she may be a vampire.
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Still Life 2
An empty checkbook, a new dress, and a bottle of asprin.
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Photograph 10
A disenchanted voodoo incantation sitting in a chair of boredom and reading The Saturday Evening Post.
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Photograph 3
A scared idiot child telling her shadow to go away.
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Photograph 8
Eternity piching its teeth with the cross that Jesus was crucified on.
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Poem 1: The Man Who Turned into a Top
Jake whirled around and around in a sad, lonely circle for thirty-six years. One day he whirled so fast that he turned into a top, whereupon the circle immediately changed into a happy, beautiful thing, and Jake had so much fun whirling because it was not a man anymore.
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Family Portrait 2
A father tombstone, a mother tombstone, a baby tombstone.
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Family Portrait 2
Three skinny crumbs of bread whose eyes are crystalized tears.
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