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These are the commoners' tombs,
These are the catacombs of the once-living;
Trapped in chambers of emphatic habit,
They lack self-sufficiency and i..
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The hibiscuses are flourishing
In their tidy slough
Within the triple interstice
Of layby lanes.
Wilty crimson disks
Proclaim their impassivity,
..
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Collaboration? Its very mention
Turns my stomach.
This tickertape machine has clattered
In perfect rhythm and harmony
For decades under its
Bellj..
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We tend to forget
How most of the world works;
I'm guilty of that, too.
Paupers eke out stability
In narrow margins,
A bare existence,
While her..
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Pickle-monkey's on my back,
Gotta have that nummy snack;
Homemade's best, but come a hitch,
Claussen's spears can scratch my itch.
Not just cukes,..
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Once more, a superheat enfolds us;
We sweat like porkers roasting on a spit.
The sycamores lose leaves, the cypresses despair
Of ever greening out ..
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We drift further apart
Like the galaxies;
Banish trust and respect,
Welcome calumnies.
There'll always be reasons
Degree by degree
To stoke a de..
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What language infects these printed pages?
It cannot be English, for those who read them
Leave with a basic incomprehension.
The stack of music I'v..
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Some of us are silent poets,
And some spill guts on the guttered streets
In ritualistic thoroughbred rants,
In sonic booming decibel-bursts,
Compe..
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All they want to hear about
Is flowers and starshine and dreams.
But flowers wither from being mishandled--
The heat of a hand, a lack of water;
A..
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