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I wrote a love poem to you on the underside of a desk in the library, back in ’66 but people didn’t read it the way it was intended,..

I remember when you were writing your simple poems the way the light caught you, across the kitchen, sunbeam and a bar from the Formica countert..

The thing I will remember about you the most now that you breathe your dirt wasn’t your heft, or the meat that almost obscured your eyes ..

You face a tunnel now something thin, something with menace with hunger in the dark in the cold in the moss that clings to where the w..

Here I sit with this house and we rot like termites eat timber each day a little softer each day thinner at the edges, at the places ..

Like death flesh laid like dust until touch like brush against almost dead skin like a brush like the blush red re..

She was gray like her eyes like that one night likea dove she wasgrayand she slipped in and out like breath she was gray she is Beautiful in my ..

The virus hangs like fog off that Salt Sea and they ride the spike like they ride that yellow dash, crossing it over and over they laugh they..

This world a maelstrom, this world the wind that blows or rain that falls from a sky heavy with disapproval to puddle at ..

What is want but a bone of contention, what is lust but the salt of the sea what is this lonely connection between the thud of de..