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- Incomunicado at allpoetry
It feels like the train itself cuts a singular way through risings of dynamite - Hands at allpoetry
I If I say the apple trees - semantics at allpoetry
. - no roots at allpoetry
. - Night Treasures at allpoetry
Springfield nestles into sleeping dark, - Response to Robert Frost at allpoetry
. - Fredericton, N.B at allpoetry
. - Betty's Chair, Fall River NS at allpoetry
. - The Organist at allpoetry
. - The Heated Exchange of Two Authors at allpoetry
. - For Emily at allpoetry
I miss thy rounded bum, my love, I miss thy shapely face with what have I offended love, to be so cast from grace? - peeling at allpoetry
. - where the wild things are at allpoetry
lead poisons mined out of matter - unbeginning noise at allpoetry
night has a sound / fools call silence, / (sirens break night's silence) / but they do not / hear night / like I do. / humming air conditioners, / 3 am cab-traffic, / and the poorer / pedestrian drunk - Rooftops at allpoetry
tonight is like a poem / from my roof I watch / a skinny cat cross / july-dried grass. / a firefly starts through / my peripheral, / and the indians / are playing cricket / in parking lots and punjab - a nameless thing at allpoetry
There is unreality / in the way someone says / "Gary is missing, and has been / for twenty-eight hours," / and banality returns / immediately: "can you take / his shifts?" / This happens to people / who - flint at allpoetry
anger explodes unexpectedly, / with ejaculated force / with similar stimuli / her fires of passion banked, / fury feeds steadily / on everything he should have said / and did not say: / the 'hows' stuff - Al Pescatore at allpoetry
Amore made a pizza / for supper, / tonight at work, / with shrimp, greying scallops / and awkward calamari / which, I've learned, / is the fancy name for squid / Ferris wouldn't eat it: - thirsty at allpoetry
you used to laugh, / and I heard you love for me / in the unguarded joy of expression / we used to wish on the stars / lucky numbers, and sometimes / doubled over potato chips. / 11:11 meant you wanted to be / i - the fans are broken at allpoetry
it's an ill-wind that blows nobody good, / they say, but how if it doesn't blow at all / but just hangs over your city like the heat-wind / does in Windsor. That could be an ill-wind, but / more likely, is just not-a - wiping up at allpoetry
night clears the indigo sky, / sponging smog into the ground / or somewhere, we can't see or smell it, / and today's clouds no longer look / like they're coming forth from the expanse / the way a poem, / an atom - Blackflies in New York at allpoetry
Reason wants a place that isn't here, / Though far and far and far away / is anyplace but home / 'cause home is where she sleeps at night / Yorik grinning, singing through my window / I knew her well, / I knew h - not home anymore at allpoetry
does a drive-by / shooter feel, / after the shooting, / anything like the way / this house makes me feel, / as it prods seeping holes / in a bullet-ridden heart? / streets are unchanged-- / you are t - you aren't at allpoetry
if you have to ask / then you are not / you are only if / until you be / / be is a verb / means doing / comes from knowing / or being known / know yourself / or you aren't - waiting for the thursday boat at allpoetry
cat waits for a tuna can
licking her lips justly, a songster - craving the ordinary at allpoetry
this game of twister,
calls new contortions - blackberries at allpoetry
black coffee perks brown
eggplants wax purple - Twentieth-First Century Suffrogate (The Woman Contest) at allpoetry
W wish work whimper whine wait worry worthless wonder wend wield weapon (too positive)
O omit the - sugar snow at allpoetry
rise through core rings
sap of my maple - from at allpoetry
my first world
was wet with - done in darkness at allpoetry
struggling trust becomes
sickly saffron
