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Flower Fruit

Flower Fruit   Here in the heart of the conduit Where I put the past behind me I take my own life in stock So I can move on with it, lock and key   I keep all of it … Continue reading

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Planet Gentry

Planet Gentry   Your language Is locked tighter than a filing cabinet Full of documents with many clauses Strict and tidy conversations with important pauses Where the feelings ought to be You are the king of the letter C, for … Continue reading

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Under the Bed Box

Under the Bed Box   A hand-painted photo of your mother and father A picture of you feeding the ducks at Edgemont Pond A Polaroid of you with your brothers A memory of the dress your grandmother brought back from … Continue reading

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Go On

Go On   Here I am, basket and case Some wicker figure with a painted face There you are lighting the match Hoping to create or destroy it Hoping the fire will catch   I really am made of straw … Continue reading

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Tiny

Tiny   Your skin took the sun And kept it Warm as the air Before a summer storm   Your hair held the deep shining Night   Your eyes Full of thoughts To carry usthrough And into surprise   Your … Continue reading

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Walking the Earth

Walking The Earth   The long-necked, metal beast Stands Harrowing 95th Street Where it feeds on whatever it finds In its deep, black hole Centuries stir and are regurgitated In the dirt bowl Where a building once was And will … Continue reading

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Old Boxes

Old Boxes   I found an empty box of Good & Plenty In a Fancy-Dan carton Of oddnesses kept For some reason long forgotten In a place we had overslept And for people We have long since swept or wept … Continue reading

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