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there’s some poetry in the sheep lying in the winter rape the trees dead-seeming stripped bare a dull blur under the leaden sky darkness come again before it’s gone breast cancer deception month hiding the truth beneath a cheap football

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Mapped

This place is mapped. I know where I am. On the bus between Hollywood and Santa Monica. In the traffic on Lamar in the morning. Arriving at Mornington Crescent. Standing on the sea wall by the estuary at night in

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Softly, softly. Drop into the silence, to hear the roaring babble. Let’s leave this out of it. My present condition, “somewhat impaired.” Though not much. If this is me, how then the others, stumbling from chair to chair. I am

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Willamette

We’ll begin this thing at tack. The word misheard, bidet: the question was, “Why would you bring that to a hot springs?” If you’re going by the numbers, and the numbers add up, why is 2 and 2 still Sky?

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Repeat?

I read poetry while I eat, scanning first for words like squelch or gelid, then for truth, wary of the trap of surprising juxtaposition, or the old trick of turn of phrase. Death creeps into the bones and stomach, the

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If it’s any good, someone wants to burn the book you are reading. Pablo Neruda was carried to his grave in a black Ford Zephyr station wagon. I remember the first one I saw, as a child, and it seemed

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I am here. These heavy bones. HelloGoodbye. My all is in this nothing to say. HellosGoodbyes. And in between the heart pumps madly.

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Volcano

Unkindly I wonder if he really knows what it means to be a hero, I mean, married to a supermodel, perfection. This David and that David are useless to me now sling and songs unsung, unflung, hanging at their side. (A movie star pilots his jet sixt…

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