John Destalo
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will you leave me? when I lose my voiceA Poem by John Destalothe background is messy becoming noise forcing me to stop speaking but there is all this sound building in m.. |
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artificial life – she must be trueA Poem by John Destaloshe is beautiful she is partial this work in progress she is parts discarded a long sleek metal pipe spine sendin.. |
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hands of a knowledge workerA Poem by John DestaloPart I I enter the world of hands through my own I stare at them, I feel them I watch them as they move all over me I allow th.. |
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we called it the woodsA Poem by John Destaloa small white bird falls from the trees and lands silently in the forest sticks for legs it looks lost among thes.. |
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collageA Poem by John DestaloInspired by a collage workshop |
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diaryA Poem by John Destaloconfessions are angels to us humans. not god. not man. not woman. I was in my room reading letters connected. reading words connected. .. |
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I am my house. My house is me.A Poem by John DestaloEverything done. Was done wrong. I hear falling. Drops from the sky. The weight of cold. The speed of heat. Enters through expanding space. And I.. |
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learningA Poem by John Destalolittle ones their minds and their voices are so closely connected their thoughts so quickly enter and exit sitting in a circl.. |
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a good fallA Poem by John Destaloup the stairs my mind races to what I will say my feet are not stones but they are heavier than thoughts .. |
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this is my brainA Poem by John Destaloher words drill into me make me single-minded obedient like army ants to their queen reproducing me |
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