Poems of the Week: 2009-2010
Desperately, children: I am in desperate need for desperate need.
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We’d hit something in the dark which—bang!—was there and gone.
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Are these poems just cumbersome or a critique of cumbersomeness?
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She bequeathed her children a mother who dreams and smiles.
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It’s a small deposit, but I’m putting my faith in reincarnation.
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Neither fame nor wealth could provide consolation for life’s brevity.
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Put out to pasture, flop down into clover, alternate to the glue factory.
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