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I sit here, somewhere,listening to Dirty Rain,reminding my handnot to ash on the carpet.'I'm proud of you' she says.I've forgotten--so many things.'bu..
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as honest as I can be.
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When we were young, respectfully,
we were like extension cords-
your arms tied me, in wrestling
matches, to muted carpet; you taught
me ..
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Days like this, have to work harder. Muscles
stiff as earth and toes numb to shovels’ bite.
Rolled an industrial heater beneath tarp, blue a..
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Dad taught me to crown studs when I was eight
After I helped excavate the cross base with a sand
Shovel and bucket for the addition to our home
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Caution! Children Can Fall In and Drown!
I found an old five-gallon bucket at the end
of the day, that over the years bled it’s black
into..
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The rain pelts us�" plasters our tattered work clothes
to our bodies like aged drywall sags into the corners
of a wet dumpster; yet we ..
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Today, in this instant, our thoughts
are irrelevant to an ever-expanding
universe; our actions, insensible in
accord with raw human nature; our
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What could have been but never was. This is a repository for the imagination of a carpenter that strayed from the course he may or may not have been d..
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You start the day whale watching with Jim, retire to
Slapping nametags on those you can’t remember
And reconsider damnation through procreatio..
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