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 Rocks and water and sun Jungle of bent branches Floating light-worshipped leaves Staring downhill with the canyon breeze Snow-water gurgl... [read more] |
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She needs to get well Unabashedly sticks the the needle exchange Program in her arm Holds me in her arms with my worry In her ears My ring... [read more] |
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Sifts into that blackened gulf of chaos 'til burrowing wormlike Burrowing after that last fact that fast clip mindful ov... [read more] |
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Many miles from the canyon it was born in Our friend, a fearful cry, an echo made A butterfly eddy is named Andrew Ma... [read more] |
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The soul of man is tired Ages of doubt Clarity's frustrating infrequency Keep man's fires lit Keep the bombs aloft It is time for peace Fo... [read more] |
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Slow machine arisen Spread across the land Through mountain gaps Into valleys Across barren plains and frozen snows Blood for oil Cells for... [read more] |
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It'll happen faster than you expect red serene smash into metaphor you become sensate that word itself you become scintillation that word... [read more] |
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Love is to open sky as loathing to an open grave Talk all you want if you wish the sky to listen I'll have to wait until I hear the words co... [read more] |
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Took a face from some dire play that long ago had wound its way 'cross cobblestone and battlefield Took a face from Hamlet's daughter a... [read more] |
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Gentlesky fills Allabove As an umbrella Over greenbelow Skymusic From swoopswans Hits ears of earthbound Carelisteners The involved That s... [read more] |
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Rounded up the muses kicking screaming Put them against word-encrusted wall To television's bloody din Shamelessly... [read more] |
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As uncaring as you can get Without losing consciousness Vandalizing tombstones For shits and giggles Must be a Gothic thing Attack of the bl... [read more] |
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Toss this whole world aside Renew the blueprints to a more exacting standard and start all over again Master carpenters and silversmiths cr... [read more] |
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The events Our words capture Are the poetry We write of The pen and paper Afterthought The essence of the poem Remains in the moments themse... [read more] |
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In bars, lets not forget those unfortunate Potted ferns that have sucked up more tequila Than Jose Cuervo, Che Guevera... [read more] |