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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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The moon hoverswith incessant brightnessit's a beautiful lady of spaceout for a strollacross empty sky and Iobserve no differentthan I would..
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They flee and fly like jostling birds - or gray moths 'round a light. They pirouette in lazy rings - while frolicking in flight.Like gypsies, leaves w..
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Her gaze focused onthe crowd of plush treesthat radiated with violetspurples, reds and blues~She imagined the summer windmoving her dressin a gazeboth..
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