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A Poem by JR
When I was young, maybe six or seven, someone gave me a red
helium balloon. They tied it loosely to my wrist for safekeeping, and I
remember my curi..
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A Poem by JR
I don’t want to hide behind
these four walls
if there’s a tiger out there,
let’s go get it or at least
invite it inside..
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A Poem by JR
Something happened in that field
where we killed the bottle of vodka
something happened, no one talks
I remember the stars and tracing Leo
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A Poem by JR
Today I am as barren
as those yellow fields
just starting to show their green
I am scraped white
like the sky under
it’s long s..
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A Poem by JR
Sylvia I think you’ve gone
and left the pilot off again;
You were always so careful
in the way you arranged your meals
each one so a..
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A Poem by JR
This house is so quiet I can hear my blood
that washes down through me
I listen to the clockwork gears of myself
humming and clicking and wo..
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A Poem by JR
The handshakes and head nods
squared off shoulders and the stiff walk
they say, who you know? who knows you?
the eyes, those baleful moons, u..
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A Poem by JR
She said my poems are like glass
I think she thought that meant they were clear
and she could see right through them
she drank her wine and s..
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A Poem by JR
They try and tell me there’s no magic in the world
no illusionists, no conjurers or magi
but I tell you I’ve been useless all damn d..
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A Poem by JR
Your eyes are open as
twin pockets of night trapped
by the glare of morning but
are you sleeping,
or dead?
You lie on your side not mo..
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