Poetry
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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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from a distant
from a distanthorizon of a clear day the mountain god’seye saw it all it sawa white insect of the subspeciesgeneral motors or ford or chrysler crawlwest on a distant ribbon of gravel like the road was a long gray grass blade a silver stemthe mountain god saw the insect stop where the road passedcat tails Continue reading
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between
betweenacting out a mango treeand acting out a macawi acteda spirit life between spirit livesi wasan out of work actoramong out of work actorswe wereall naked between costumesinvisible between roles we wereso manyi tried to countgave up and countedthe grass insteadwe all rodea near nonexistent breezethrough near motionless leaveswe might have rodea bus on a Continue reading
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those rodent grasses they’ve tunneled
those rodent grasses they’ve tunneledup out of the soil into breathing the wind leansthem like spectators toward the reaction Continue reading
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so you didn’t like the radio electric
so you didn’t like the radio electricguitar sound waved into your earso you reached to change the diali’d so carefully on stationed off statickid brother let me speakwith the voice of inexperiencethe car follows the eyeacross white lines and lanes of frequencybecomes the drum that drumsa tempo on a drummer made of pavement Continue reading
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through all those minutes of sleep this
through all those minutes of sleep thishand this long pointer finger circled round the boulevard and tickedpast the same twelve addresses againand again and again cameto the twelve o’clock exit out of one drive around that wasthe entrance into the next and continuedagain and again pastthis shorter hand this thicker hand this slower hand thisthumb Continue reading
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