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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
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  • no roots at allpoetry
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  • Night Treasures at allpoetry
    Springfield nestles into sleeping dark,
  • Response to Robert Frost at allpoetry
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  • Fredericton, N.B at allpoetry
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  • Betty's Chair, Fall River NS at allpoetry
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  • The Organist at allpoetry
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  • The Heated Exchange of Two Authors at allpoetry
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  • 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
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  • 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