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Out my half-open window,I could smell the rain that pouredlike a bucket onto the street.And like a woman's fine hair,it weaved back and forthon the ro..
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~~~The wind will not stop sighing.Its words areinsistent andforeignhour after hour...It runs through the fieldsand sprints through trees,caressing the..
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Devoted patronshave chosen to stay homeand melt like ice cubes in glasses. Most days here,the sun, in its lazy mood,mopes across the floor to occup..
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The dirt street was long,with trees on either side;the clouds grey.I met a dog along the way,both of us wanderersacknowledging the other;him looking f..
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Dear poetessMy pen wants to comment;it desires to reflect your dirty writingwith likewise dirty words,but my morals won't let me.The night is moon-fil..
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Let the night go on,
and on and on
before the serpent,
coiled up
in cool shadows of
infernal thoughts,
gathers evidence
why life is useless
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In Ohio,silver linings are toxic,the ground is groaning,the water is poisonand elephants are crowding the room.Give a man a fish and he'll die.Residen..
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She wanted to be a poet,not knowing,not understanding,each metaphormuddled the pagewith snarled similesbenign and befuddled.The theme was vague,the am..
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A variation on another poem I wrote.
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There's urgent breaking news online...The shooter's still about.Each time I see the tally climbMy faith converts to doubt.~There's blood inside the ch..
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