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Daydream of an Italian Paintbrush

Champagne explosion dress spouting

Zinffy-flavored wine

Thro the blue ball corridor

Evanescing fruit-dancers perfumed honey-pine

Waiting lovers paused ‘round the column fount

Nazi bombers floating clouds over portico tops

Smacking lips ‘pon newly-wed meat

Gossamer shirttails in airplanes caught racking

Machine propellers from down yonder tile square

Crowd suculated levit...

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Cyanide Blues

You took my heart as if

You took my once-un-virgined-clit

You rounded me off polished glass-blown

You rocked me to sleep

You sent to me down in the deep

A wilted petal from a bug-infested tree

As I laid below your living room windowsill

Where I peered you talking quiet still

Me rotting leaves brown into my naked back

Unto the dawn that never ejaculated fully

Sky too o...

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Sweeter Than Any Wine

No, I'm not doing a thing tonight

She uttered to her red dress

Carelessly caressing the wind

 

The man in the pinstripe twisted

Her brown curl with a sly smirk

Then walking down the hill glanced one last time

At the 'v' fold of her skirt

And those chubby knees scarred

By worn nylons

 

After the dusk had mellowed to black

Twice over and brought up a new morn

T...

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Marriage and Her Lover

 

Who is Law to say what we are?

Her young eyes quoted in his embrace

 

Indeed, my dear

We are God

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Null and Void

Prudence claimed his magic pen

Could save the human ‘kind’

By writing when

You had a thought a twirled it in twine

 

Ivory letters to be ebonied with truth

For the sweetest syllables to woo and forsooth

But no one sold you at the seal

The pen, its magic; you made no deal

 

As now I string my papers in a stack

I sure wish I could have my money back

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About Falling In Love Without You

In a balloon I float past the courier 
On a tall sand dune he stretches and blows 
The writ of a sealed letter 
Your dry mouth stamped like the night we eloped
No rings attached but
Two cats on a fence one jumping down
And I'm carried helpless by your amused coughing
Because I always refused to have 'love'
In any title

 

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A Mozart Afternoon

Rather than beshrew with a stake drove

Beating through her immortal blood-welling heart

I took her uptown to a nosey French café

 

She sat fiddling with her crisp pale napkin

Under the checkered table cloth

And noticed not a thing

As they all looked past us among the mountain scenery

And the chef personally replenished her plate

Every thirty minutes  

 

She cared n...

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Naivety On A Walk

Siberian foaming gurgles locked to the fount
Blue glass muffled gray
To tie my hands beneath the waning sun
Skin to peel silent when passers-by 
Look like snow-rotten flowers

 

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Not Home No More

Chatter of clapping feet on rain
Wooden legs yearning trembling dresses 
Falling, shattering
His glasses empty 
Upon brunette floorboards 
Now all the same

 

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Aces Always Guilt-black

Dark dresses held above 
Wine-splattered 
Feet 

Kings and queens
Strutting around their 
Guillotines 
With clad-iron shackles 

Oops

They slip
Chains around the nobles' knees
As heads tumble 
Off the white

And every joker is laughing 
Because in solitaire
We play ourselves 
With an ace up our sleeve

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Hats on Faces In A Street

I feel sick like God
Every wax-wick figure blows and sways

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Made In Correspondence

My cat, beside me takes up 

Bed-space

And I say that although

It isn't true

Because it sounds better

Than sitting alone


A year or two of empty

Lunch table

Brown shit chairs

With cold legs

That stare back at you

Evil experience of your lunch-face


While me and my PMS Lucifer 

Lay comfortably on the edge

Feet curled up on the wood holding 

A lumpy matt...

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Her Ivory Skin

Her ivory skin I ne’er saw nor touched

She being very real appeared to me

On a screen of black and white sound;

A mere photograph moving

Coerced by the lightest of dark magic

 

I have seen her as many characters

I have seen her and grown old

When I was a child her thin limbs and black hair

Attracted me in each role

 

Against her I am but a disgrace to my gender

...

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window dreaming

glaring stiff

out the window

away from the raincoats

deceiving


dangling my legs over 

contemplating jumping

but no one wants to see

my dress above my knees


lightning never 

struck me down-

pretty good at that

myself


not enough rods 

to feel safe

from this morbid persona


humiliate and mutate me

human words are all the same

existing in forms

...

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pink clouds not from a dream

I tell myself to stay

put

no, don't move your feet

don't become so 

restless

 

they swirl

undaunted

around my naked figure

my feeble mind to be

reborn

 

soft luxury 

in sweeping motions

turning over

next to you

HA-HA-laughing 

in the face of sleep 

 

cotton-candy-pink skin 

preconcepti...

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lipstick sick

clown face in the

bathroom mirror

seven years old

and kissing my best friend 

in her bathtub

mother in the guest bedroom

half-asleep

 

dressing up

dressing out

of sparkling purple

and gold

necklaces out-running

our bodies

 

photography 

behind a locked door

and after years of 

...

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a cinematic beauty

it was late

glistening reflections

of cinematic beauties

on my black

high-heel 

shoes

reeling

 

he was waiting

an hour away by 

automobile

in that country community

of broken metal yards and

trash can houses

 

in a dark 

dog-hair living room

 

I stumbled on the exit 

route

midnight behind me

hands on my lower back

curves and 

won...

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gear shift lady in black

she motioned towards the fruit

and the strawberries

ripe in form 

skinny and bones

protruding 


if I got close 

smoke 

and pot

would swivel like

a sad chair 

empty 


I only pretend to be

this lady-

black

lace bra

black 

silk panties-

rubbing against infinities 

 

from assholes to

angels

and waiting

to be the psycho I usually 

t...

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not clean enough for the cleanly

I may not be a towel-boy

but

I sure as hell am a towel


Satan has no washing machine

no river to clean his rags in

no extra v-cards

he lusts for them greedily 


you probably think you understand 

what I am getting at

but really 

that is only a passing fancy


cynicism 

does not know when 

to let me go


signing my signature

not clean enough

for the...

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here's to not looking at you

arms around your neck

never thought 

anything 

went both ways

waist 

and arms

and back


never stopping

walking past the two

blinking red lights

halfway between 

your bedroom and

 

mine


abdicated

apart from the humor,

the shy-

we are not you


you probably do not

under-

stand

that


towering but meseley 

months 

above youthf...

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selling ourselves

animals in high heels 

sent through space and

time

no one sees the heels

but everyone 

feels

them


in the side

in the head


words make enough of 

the picture

but pictures make it

too


fudging our

personalities 

to impress other

avid fuckers


we all feel

just a bit whore-ish

but we embrace this new

day and 

age


but we fudge on ...

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ate my heart

convulsing on the side of the road

sitting 

sad ass on the thin white

line

like the thin white

line

will walk away with another

girl

if I walk back home


every time you become

that other girl

another one

walks away with your 

thin white line


so I sat for an

hour or so

that one Thursday 

wishing that asshole

Andrew would want to sit 

with ...

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from the other side of the garage door

when I was five I had 

to tiptoe

from the point

where the couch ended

and where the garage door 

began

 

our new wood floors

my father laid 

(he was so very angry that day

when I asked for a peanut butter

and jelly sandwich)

paid little 

attention

to my need for silence

 

I was so tiny 

...

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what the grass couldn't do for me

the man on the motor 

outside my window-

black as day

curtain-covered-

is my father


I wonder politely what

the grass did to

him:

nothing he could have

done

to me


nothing he could have done

nothing different

nothing like that night

when I was five

and didn't want to be

tickled


in a dark room

like the one I 

inhabit now as I copy down my

...

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shit for a penny

I was hibernating in 

a room

I didn't appreciate for a while

and I didn't think moving 

limbs

would cause such sarcastic banter 

in me

 

but I laid there 

guiding my eyes away from the 

objects they wanted to see

and always watched for

 

a delivery came through

washing needed to be done

 

I sarcastically told her

she was needy

being human and h...

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My Socks Are Wet

And I thought it was the opposite

Of dropping bombs

Elegant cascades of nothing

Overused magic tricks slighting

My eyes in your direction


Standing against you

Back to the rain

Neck dripping white petals 

Of Lucifer's tears 


I ask

Do you know why 

My socks are wet?


You knew it was all 

Fine and dandy 

That I would do anything 

If you had looked thr...

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I Guess You Could Call Me Lucky

I will not walk the streets

Handing out flyers

To strangers 

To make quite sure they know 

I once loved you

 

If I am anything but

Tired

I am awake at all hours

To shoo away the flies

Buzzing at my brain

 

I deny my body what it is 

Made of

And I sometimes piss blood

In honor of your leaving

...

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By the Time I Found You

Two dogs on a porch

Talking nonsense 

Animal sounds and infusions 

Of lustful wondering 


I turned red and then 

I turned to you


The graceful day of sitting

Lost of grace 

Demeaning 

All the same we stood

Sitting


Days and hours passed

Between a few places here and there

Mostly nowhere-

Oblivion


The dogs were fed

They came around every other da...

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BLIND

He cannot feel with his eyes
The pearls around her pale neck 
On the cotton fibers weeping 
Gentle breaths up and down 

He cannot feel 
The pulsating sink of every heart-aching 
Beat 
Of her disappointment 
On those lovely days when she
Believes

He cannot touch with hands
Or ears
The clawing in her throat
To block the coming-up of golden memories
Turned gray and mocking

Laying...

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Poetry In Soggy Water

My cheeks turn inside-out with the confusion-

Red 

The slighted words slipping 

Past

Ripples in the seventy-one percent

Water-filled planet

 

Out of that many particles

I choose the words that appear

To fit best

Voices speaking too far ahead of my 

Sensory perception 

 

But it is not me

Who should be cowe...

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Other Than Ours

Rain washes and soothes

Inside the tubes connected 

To my blood-flow


Alphabetizing my pulses

You in the first

Row

Watching with eyes closed

Blacking out under my smiles

And my words of tender

Remorse 


Waving a dance through the red

Curtains 

Hiding and seeking

You're there and nowhere

Craving


Over my dead body 

Stone-dead stare 

Losing thoug...

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STAGNANT

Slave labor to be done

Open books and open pages

Sticky notes and ink stains

Bed covers tilted 


Humans in their words to

Unravel 

Meanings and sun burns

Hot in anticipation


Debussy by my side to 

Help me sleep

Injecting calm 


Dreams of city houses

Pink covering white

Families I do not belong in

Physical contact inching away 

Schoolmates in a daze

...

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MAYBE

A life that may be,

Floating around in the ether-

In the space between the spoons

And forks

Near the dining room table


Unsanitary utensils that create 

Within emotions

Vapor drifting next to me

A ghost that walks just so

Behind me


Religious revivals 

Reviving in us the possibilities

Our ancestors wandered 

And God shows himself more readily 

Than you

...

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Debussy

Swirling my feet in a tub of

Frozen strawberries 

Ice cold relations with the 

Inevitable floor

 

Lovely flavors do not last

Forever

The refrigerator is empty 

The children are feasting

On plastic and rubber dolls

 

Do not forget it is all

A breath-taking scene

Us together in the park

Me on the table and you standing around

 

Pacing and sitting

Si...

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BUSY

Feet and noise and 

Irreparable motion lingering

On your every word

Of silence

 

Men in masks

Minuscule little white mouth-pieces 

Blinding angels of death

 

Two small children pulling

Tugging 

Tufts of hair from a doll

"Give it back!"

 

Give it back

Oh please give death back

To me

...

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Comfortably Melon

Hello

Frothy odor of Kiss-Me
In my kitchen parlor
Rocking back in forth
In my mind
 
Leaving staying leaving
Staying 
 
A perfectly melon atmosphere 
Waiting to be opened 
One distant
Christmas morning
 
Pick a number between
One and ten
Less is yes
More is no
 
Keeping me wrapped up
In a giant mason bottle
Let me out
Against the wa...

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Archetypal Existence

Wasted on this last pearl of liquid stench

In my nostril fills a rumor subtle on the wind

Hard against the pavement, ribs digging in

To the iron streetlamp

 

Jump at sounds, and startled at sounds

My eyelids flicker

Logic sees opaquely and vaguely that the world is barren

I hope my pages are still scattered in the street

A rustle reassuring at my head

 

Myriads of ...

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For The Thought Of It

If it is miscommunication you seek

Tripping on the pebbles of sand at the bottomless sea

I have a riddle for your pleasure

Dissention emulating from your sickly pores

Slashing through the quaking trees

 

Sounds can control your limbs

And my limbs hold you tight

But where does the meaning ‘tight’ emulate from

And within emulation is there condescension

What would I be ...

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Ahead

Sometimes

 

                                   I see how it’s going to be

 

Always

 

                                   A vision reminiscent

                                   Of dusty places waiting

                                   For me

 

Often

 

                                   Clouded by the cataracts;

                                   The cars floa...

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