Poetry
Poetry
If every cowboy has a sad song, I’m afraid you are mine to perform.
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I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots outside in the night.
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I am the king of doing wheelies on the Stingray bicycle of my mind.
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Dogs electrocuted, set on fire. What buys the right to drown a dog?
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Omens from the Lord, or Nature, the clouds, some darker silhouette.
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Limbo: Latin, limbus, meaning a hem between sclera and cornea.
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I remember speaking to Allison who asked me if I wanted to be a girl.
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Bear: You were a good ranger, walking carefully between the trees.
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Here is where you touch the world and here are the words to feel its heat.
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Enough with the stranger, their transcendent experience of art.
Poetry
What I really meant to say is that I am tired. Beauty can demand so much.
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Everything about us, for better or worse,
we make ourselves.
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She fell out of her own composition, fell and landed flat on her face.
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You smile into the phone static, the breath of your beloved.
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You couldn’t believe what the rhododendrons do around here.
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Severe knobs of head and tail: one a horn of venom, the other masked.
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Her mother is a locked door with another door behind it.
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I am subject to you in the way the water is subject to the moon.
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If only to hold on by opening lord give me this one eighth day
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I wonder if those tiny computers in pigeons’ brains ever crash?
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I once watched a man wax a hallway with an overweight rotary brush.
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You live in this country, you put up bars, you train your dogs to snarl.
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Her husband is away at the family cabin, and she is glad for the space.
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We fed our dreams inevitable sins, the kind you lie about till you grow mean.
