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Those who don't look, don't really see, And we--enthralled by introvert reveries, Hunched over scry-plate palmistries, Ears, eyes, even noses rig..

I get up in the morning and execute My daily plod: Gym, library, store, More of less in that order. Back home I cook, I eat, I scribble-scratch, ..

With expectant expressions they twirl in place And look up at us, the senior race; Despite minders' coo-calls and reprimands, They bang on the glas..

When turbulence reaches a flu-fever pitch, And neighbor stabs neighbor with toxic barbs; When anger replaces cool counter-talk, How can we as natio..

I will always accept the rain; I will never regret it. It heals the wounds of dereliction, Those droughts of spirit that rot our integrity, Brou..

Amorosia, long-lost city of love, I searched for you, stumbling through rain-riddled labyrinths, Through informal gardens of litter and lorikeets,..

How I got up here, I really don't know-- I hate heights; belvederes and escarpments unnerve me. Maybe I sleepwalk? That would explain it. One morni..

Desolation was my frame of mind-- Je suis désolé as the Frenchman said; I was my own lethal kiss of death, Scoring zero all over, a..

Sifting through sand, panning for gold; The process is endless. The process seems aimless. Fumbling in darkness, lightheaded and droll, Inconsolab..

A man with withered arms Assaulted the triceps machine With pile-driving vigor. His clangor betokened warfare Against a wasting condition, An aff..