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bipolar monkeys-when depressed sweep the floor.it may not always help butat least you will have a clean house.i have a friend who dispenses wisdomlike..
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If I had too many Canada geese, or Crooked teethOr a room when I was a kid, pickled beets, potatoes in the cellarBrown dead leaves in November visitin..
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i felt like writing
this poem about red
only red as i
was crossing a street
a memory a
realization of
red that red was in-
finite in the ni..
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we have one of those roundy round clotheslines. the wind is blowing hard, the clothes line cannot make up its mind,
it keeps turning then stopping
t..
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The dry air tips night toward jupiter,
the day toward the black space and I have
obsessive knots turning
frozen fingers...
the tel..
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I thought I could spot myself nearing
the night
ready to open
my confession mouth wide
letting in everything I couldnt say
hu..
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the nothing of the mail box never delivers a letter to mebut a box would be good.strapped around aboutwithout handles,my life a notice in the local pa..
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it wont let upi notice my hands are looking older)it is illness and i remember what i thought being was, and then just so...find that being is stillgu..
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Cabbageheads liberated, setaparton a bench in the garage other rattling leaves drift across the cement floorarriving from the cold garden last, harden..
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a thing poem
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