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Your stars are fading
and you cannot call on them
to give you consolation
and sustenance.
New stars will replace them
and in turn fade and die
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Arise ye phantoms of alienation,
And hack out the pith of this aberration,
This sickly old oak that we call Our Nation.
The core is rotten: It igno..
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Twenty say thirty years past, I imagined
By now I'd have met at least one example
Of a person with more than a passive interest
In the life of anot..
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"Isn't it funny," a friend of mine said,
"How auteurs gravitate toward flaming excess,
Until their indulgence does them in,
Burns them, crisps th..
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The way things are going,
We'll be lucky to survive.
Stupidity on all levels
Not only erodes our long-range futures,
But imperils the world
With ..
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Welcome, autumn.
From our buckeyes' branches
Misshapen scrota dangle;
What genetic tinkering
Has led to this
Abrogation of nature?
Meanwhile, be..
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The old volcano sputters and coughs,
Shudders into a predeath dormancy.
It once was a virile, volatile thing,
Brimming with lethal volumes of lava,..
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Flat, fiery, orange-red atoll
Aswirl in pixel-perfect blue--
That's how we first met her.
Irma's swimming our way, doing her monstrous
Over-arm cr..
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The gods of love assure me
That I shouldn't give up hope,
That out of the gray, impermeable heavens
A merciful angel will glisten hotly
And gyro..
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I have walked down this memory lane before...
There's the townhouse that once I inhabited,
With its polished floors and pocket doors and drafty stai..
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