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I turned into the driveway Of a house you could never consider a home, And I took you to another place Some feared would lead you beyond the rubico..

I've never lived life out of a suitcase But I have lived out of a clothes basket. You can get used to how that soup tastes Or you can get buried ..

For Allie... I see something in the loveliness of your smile. Something perhaps only angels can define. I will foll..

To Allie I was here and you were there, and there was no one else to be seen anywhere, because we..

Outwardly, she seemed like an ordinary girl-- nothing more and nothing less. But within she contained an extraordinary pearl unlike anything t..

For Allie

We shook off the winter down by a creek that was so still you'd swear nature's temper died without a successor or a will. The birds all gath..

The stage is set; The audience is yours; They’re all here to see the star. Show them all how badly you want to see your name in light..

I have reached the point where time has started to work against me. Like the terra firma that once supported an island lighthouse, after be..

experimental poetry from when I was 19 and had just fallen in love with the works of Cummings