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My lovers are my children: One by one they are born out of stardust, Ignite and burn fiercely for a time, Then cool and dim, Lose mass and cohesio..

(Or: Whatever Shall I Put in My Preface?) I should like to thank . . . now pause a sec . . . There's no one to thank, since I live alone, Write alo..

This waterfall of words inside me Keeps me going, keeps me sane From one uneventful moment to the next. And when a drought deprives me Of fluid el..

That's all it is, I tell you truly. The kettledrum rumbles, the curtain goes up, And all too soon, the play is over. You glance at the program in r..

I've gotten my jab, so soon I'll be Wholesome, unencumbered, and human again, A worthwhile member of society, No longer a threat to my fellow men. ..

It only takes a single one, A homicidal little Hun Whose mind has frayed and come undone, To toss us into confusion. Pray tell, how many bells s..

When again may I tread the trails Among the bluebells' drowsy cowls? It seems an impossible task these days To organize any pilgrimage, Especially..

It was a crazy, inhumane corrective, Incarcerating the world for a year. It drove some insane, While others regained their sanity. There were no b..

Everywhere I hear the songs of spring: in the trees, In the boxwoods stirred by a sentimental breeze, In the ivy where the sparrows nest, Among the..

And if you went there, where would you go? What other intersection, longitude-latitude, Would hold the promise that draws you thither? For all is l..