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english poems
Not So Lazy Sunday
If not the gnat then the horsefly keeps the company at my side in the tall hours of the afternoon: one born of future’s fancy; one sprung...

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(insomnia poem)
i’m topsy-turvy or all sprawled out like somebody’s been hit upside the head by some proverbial brick hewn from leftover gloom or pressed...

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Memory Lane
Trip down memory lane where the steady step staggers nimble grace quakes atrophied and sluggish or simply swept off in the wake of time...

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Altweibersommer
the old women’s summer seeps onto the city spilled honey waiting to be wiped away the dishrag night cold and clammy schemes from out...

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on the mend
on the mend I’ve been told to part piece by piece, to divorce myself dose by dose from you — but the ever-dwindling remnants make a...

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go west
GO WEST, YOUNG MAN! GO WEST AND GROW UP WITH THE COUNTRY! that‘s what the father of my father‘s father used to say; whereupon I reckoned...

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thisbody
I say sorry to anybody or everybody but mostly I say sorry to thisbody my body, myself— the body I abused with hate and neglect but...

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fifty-two pick up of the mind
My consciousness would seem but a pack of playing cards strewn across a floor — and I bruised knees and ruddy face fumbling on all fours...

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poem for joe
I’m a bit frightened where the idea came from to go to the Cliffs of Dover with some random guy from Tinder — and it terrified me that...

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punic wars of the heart
When I stole a kiss from you I must have stolen your Sicily, your Corsica too — Why else did you cascade from the alps, wild-eyed, and...

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housefires
Oh the things you can salvage from the ashes — if you are not afraid of being burned. No, you cannot poke around with a stick. You cannot...

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unresentful
I wonder what my forefathers would think: their heir drinking potions — poison — an industrial solvent if we’re honest, dancing,...

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no sour grapes
thoughts tick away like clockwork in a timepiece that reckons not in hours but in bathtub tears in conversations about our fathers in...

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