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A Poem by Vol
Gimme
some o’ that watermelon,
a
big ole bite, juice and seeds in
my
teeth and beard sloppy wet
down
the front of my shirt;
a
b..
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A Poem by Vol
This
morning’s wind is a steady
twenty-five
miles per hour, with
gusts
to thirty. Even with the
windows
closed, I can hear it
wh..
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A Poem by Vol
In the beginning was the Word
and the Word
created a use for itself
let there be
galaxies
from the chaos
and fill the void
with hate,
desire..
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A Poem by Vol
You!
My girl of the
full
moon,
make
me wild.
When
you rolled in
under
the thunder,
the
ground shook
and
my windows rattled.
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A Poem by Vol
A wind
picks up one
grain
of sand at a time
to
throw over the top
of
a dune where we buried
all
the old gods.
In
that mass..
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A Poem by Vol
Oh, the irony of a cold
November forest
on fire flickering chill reds
and yellows
under a mesmerized sun and an
iceberg
sky as dry lava tum..
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A Poem by Vol
Friday
night we went out.
Second
Avenue in Nashville
sparkles
on the skin and teeth
of
a crowd looking for
something,
anything,
to
..
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A Poem by Vol
Two months ago...
Two months ago
in December. The 17th.
When I found you
and it was too late for
CPR, but I tried anyway.
Too late.
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A Poem by Vol
Don’t come looking for me,
I’ve left the room. I was
far too
close to the edge, could see
over
the dizzy side of things,
str..
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A Poem by Vol
they are doing a whole program
on
e e cummings with his voice on
tape
and just like yeats his
enunciation
isone long whine in some
atte..
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