It had crushed her trailer / while she watched / Queen for a Day / on a TV crowned with rabbit ears.
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Category: Poetry
Wandering around some post-nuke safari park / With cauliflower growing out of my arm / Like a freak at night
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Robber barons are laughing themselves silly as they devour your / neighbors. / Don’t worry. / It’s not you they are after.
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little teeth of pinion, / gears of language / spinning in your mouth
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How could / the hand’s reflexive twitch undo centuries of survival? / Something as simple as an approaching outlier of thunder / cause devastation to a thing come so far?
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Sunbeams drop and scatter / like shrapnel across bald pavingstones asizzle / in the dust of your passing.
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Every day their breath brushes back and forth / like wind erosion over the etched inscriptions / that say our veterans are our heroes.
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On our / walk the hound and I / noted something fecund.
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What are the whereabouts of this babble of tongues, / this suicide flight of words, / this hermit-crab that is my story? (poetry)
several layers of antagonism stare at us / amidst a squabbling paradox or cannibalism.
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“The great achievement of Cracked Piano is that its poems present psychological pictures of a person in loneliness,” writes reviewer John Zheng. (poetry reviews)
Out west, we get our sunlight second hand, / when the East has settled the business of the day.
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The last traces / of what I have lived, / of what I have loved, / are vanishing at the mercy of the wind.
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You did not talk politics, except / to tell me we were being watched.
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Weird fantastic beings of a / Super-intelligence. Ruling a race of synthetic humans / and pitting them against mankind’s dream.
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in soft squares, you try to neglect / your worries and shut down / the war-voices.
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Each day the quick kick of the dream / empties another body / and the ghosts move through unkempt streets / named Lincoln and Delaware.
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they are the ones not allowed the roles except / maids and gardeners and gangsters and prisoners.
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at recess the innocent school / children play and gambol in / pure non-denominational play
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from their beacon hands / glow worldwide welcomes and a thousand smiles.
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I dreamed the sun, very low, / painting me a mustache of sweat and coal. (poetry)
I wondered aloud / if on those odds days / where I felt like a hunted squid / that what I was actually feeling / was Light Cerulean Blue.
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I see that the innocent face / beneath the long-brimmed, straw hat / does not seem to know it is raining.
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All the other cool calm quite sensible terms had stable gigs in respectable stories.
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I can ring you up for / what fits in the bag. The rest is your responsibility.
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20th century monk / High Priest of Art / The Legendary Master— / in his bare immaculate altar of a studio / in the heart of New York City.
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ParaGard: [thank you student health/insurance] a type of long-acting, / reversible, contraceptive, intrauterine / device.
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Ghosts stories/told around the campfire/predicted my future.
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Our government only practices against a sunset bleeding into the cradle of tactile landing.
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