Words

Taking a Short-cut on a Dead-end

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You know... I’ve been dying, more than I’ve been living I’ve been making more than I’ve been giving You’re telling me I’ve been forgiven, what am I...

soon to depart

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a summer wind and softly, now, the whisper of falland these shadows, like snakes they creep down my wall  and the sun, swiftly his chariot borne through the...

Untitled

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Night watch on the ship’s prow, The stars are out in disorder Every thing ever been seen By naked eye / Is out tonight. Michael Stephen Levinson is...

December 31st, America

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Get dressed to go shopping to buy more Things to wear to get dressed to go shopping For more things on sale to wear only once Before...

It’s Not Too Late

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Walking around the lake this afternoon, something about the cottonwood leaves, strewn along the shore, and how the colors glowed, and the reflections in the water slowed me...

TWO MODELS

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“Game recognises game” Popular saying Used in someBlack people’sConversations Normally blurted outWhen one seesTheir best qualitiesIn another. Example given: Back in the 1950s,A FloridaCheesecake modelDidn’t want toLimit herself to...

Tracks

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You always told me to let loose. Live a little. You said that life was too short to be holed up in a dark...

walking through

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i’ll walk into your forests and in the shadows of your mind i’ll walk along these winding paths to see what i might find i’ll walk...

kindled, a fire no more to burn

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and i can not be,  here, not tonight,  a dying vine,  these memories  twisted backward, embers of a life  retreating back to the earth  with thoughts, evolved  to die  an ego, regressed,...

Small Window

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I discern a tiny space in one of fifteen minutes; two days later, I deduce which one, approach it and peer inside (can’t tell whether it’s bright or dark), hoping to glimpse a poem — or the closest edge of one. Jethro McClellan was born in Boston, moved out West before he turned five, and has called Boulder home for most of his life....

Bukowski, again

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oh holy poetic father your long skinny soul scrawled across the backs of thousands of naked spines and how each drop of battery acid dripped from the dots in the eyes and the...

My story

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I wonder why it is by all accounts that what I’ve arranged is as yet fixedwhen night makes up for lost time with me.Now...