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The florist on the corner sells me a rose.I’m paying for the color not the smell.By any name, what’s sweet comes cheap.Today the sun tucks..
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It’s a thing too precious for poetry,the orange-eyed bird, the text-ure of the wooded world.
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I live between solitude and gratitudebecause I cannot endure either. I dartlike light off the surface of a planet.I want you for want of myself.I tout..
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Is it art or art-ifice, when an angel takes a chiselto the sky?Art is lending your voice to yourown, or someone else’s song.It takes place at th..
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I would kill for an aerial view of the moon,or for stillness, that slow descentinto the incomprehensible.In other words,I’d kill to die(silent)...
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(Lights up in a dim, under populated barroom. ZACH, a scruffy young man, is sitting at the bar, across from JESS, the bartender).ZACH: December’..
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Every morning, the sky trieson a hundred different colorsbefore it finds its blue.The trouble with me is,nothing fits.Is there nothingto do but sit wi..
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After the rapture, silverrain came to atomize the skies,to drench us in synthetic endings.I took a tear on my fingerAnd spread it across your lips.(I ..
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Infinity is relative
Infinity is a basic need
Infinity is the promise that we
Bequeath unto our children w..
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Faith is infinite patience
And how long did you wait
To come into this world?
My favorite game is
To s..
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