Poetry
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no mirror windows
no mirror windows no walls of shatterproof glass no clear plexi cubicle where a guard sits watches the hall where the stream of elementary kids meetsbecomes the river of students in middle school it’s just a school corridor you look down to a down eyed girl and sheshe never even looks up at youelementary she’s Continue reading
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to the face of the father
Here’s a bit of a rant as I left it in the 1990s, when I was younger and had things to say. I don’t know if it’s something I want to claim. I like the thought development; at the same time I regret having been so raw. I rebuilt the thing yesterday— added a few Continue reading
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the river is another animal
the river is another animalherewhere the hindwaters overtakethe forewaters and stayand the forewaters plungeforward and waitfor the hindwaters to overtakewhere the river gallopsdown mountainwhere the river leapsbetween the feet of a meetingof mountainshereselenium arsenic mercury chromium cadmium lead sulfuric acidflavourthe coal dust that bleedsout of open woundsdown the backs of mountainsinto the veins of the Continue reading
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on the horizon the mountain
on the horizon the mountainit doesn’t entertain distractfrom the steam that creepsup from around the edges of the hood and climbsup the outside of the windshieldnowhere do you readthat you should get out of the van and walkaway abandon the childish father who drovethe van into this conditionthat you should abandonthe mixture of embarrassment and Continue reading
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baby mews kitten cries
baby mews kitten criesscrapes scrapes scrapes of little paws at the tin wrappedout door in the in door screeches screeches screeches of tiny claws at the whiteblackboard doornoises are the sift of ghostin through the wall of doordown the stairs into the daylight pouredinto the bedroom through the windowit penetrates the walls and entersthe silent Continue reading
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the girl on the corner is one of us
the girl on the corner is one of usshe strolls from the lamplight to the sign she dancesdances to turn the slow searching eyes of boysand we’re the boys we’re the facesin the windows of the unremarkablesunshined blue chevrolet that cruises slowly by we’re all boyswe chomp twenties like taunts between our teethwe’re boys on Continue reading
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the clock’s hands had climbed
the clock’s hands had climbedto the top of my time piecebarefoot silent we’d stepped up the spiral stairs to the top of the rampartmarcellus looked out over the parapet all i saw was how dark it was oh and i saw him listen all i heardwas how the night walked silent like it wore ox Continue reading
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i’ve meant to ask if that was you
i’ve meant to ask if that was youa pretty little girl with a perfect faceand crow black hair with a raven hueof shiny blueit could be a recurring dreamso tell me it is his thirty year memory of you at a window of you at a doorof you at the end of a corridorit could Continue reading
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sunvisored
sunvisoredand fenderskirtedchrome grill bullet tippedshell studebaker orangeparkedinto the process of rustin opa’s pasturei claimed itdrove it at speedsthat never exceeded zerodrove it far as a small boy’s unfencedimagination would allowacross the rolls of prairieoverinflated and green Continue reading
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