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In a pinch, you cannot rely on friends,Pseudo-friends, ex-friends, non-friends, the lot!For within each human lurks a foe,A contemptuous b*****d that ..
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I tried to persuade two mourning dovesThat our door-eave's not ideal for a nest,But they built one despite my sage advisement.I do hope the cleaning c..
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He must be the perfect imperfect companionFor these sorry, solitudinous times:A depressed maniac, a starry-eyed pessimist,An amorous, anarchistic, abe..
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The customary haunts are empty;Echoes of footfalls do not intrudeOn the slumber of malls, arenas, and beer halls.The people are gone, as ifA dreaded n..
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. . . is the worthy buzz wordiness of the day,But people are already too isolated,Too "into" themselves,Too enisled in cushy, sedentary clefts,Inverte..
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Once across the river,Orthogonality is scrapped,As if Cartesians tired of itAnd abstractedly doodled on our maps.In Arlington, quadrates degenerateInt..
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When blue skies fail,The verdict is in:Cold nights ahead,Companioning dread.Though suns may blazeIn the ether above,Persistent hazeDepletes their heat..
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Is it fair to readers to amalgamateFive "normal" novelsInto one mammoth tract?Such a bloat seems to me to beExercise only,To prove authorial mettle,A ..
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The duality is crippling, perplexing enoughTo drive me nuts.On one hand there's the balking,The avert-and-avoid dance,The blatant distancing, the rebu..
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Standing outside all isms and ologies,Naked am I when storms descend,But fortunate, too, not being stuckIn a smoky cave or malodorous hut.Crowds may g..
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