Month: September 2024
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Direct Inaction
Who decides who lives and dies? We do. All of us. Either through direct action, Or direct inaction, We, each of us, are responsible For the deaths of any other...
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The Beginning of My Now Last Year (to depress God, or so He tells me)
The last birthday I will see Only slightly surprising Just short of remarkable Midnight on a postage stamp Having spent the day With rum and wine and sleep Repeatedly interrupted...
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Too Soon to Take Down the Decorations
Sterilization competes with wrong-painted windows That grandmoths gather for ugly pearls Fostering the insight that gave all dynamic direction Of simple tested comradery Like a wastebasket in the muck Washed...
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The Dawn of April Houseflies
I went to the moon to ask a question I posed as an agent in red I prospered for all winter meetings Always resting my legs in bed I went...
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Sossusvlei Convergence
Clay marble statues Omnipresent in lost sands Dare-devils in the weeds of turmoiled distracted grass There are no penitentiaries in the womb of science That does not meet exacting standards...
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Conclusion for a Tapestry
Burning in town hall Witness for a single match
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Sea of Clouds
Translated as an overthrow Truth is a delicate ticker-tape parade What will you see in the sea of clouds It is spreading, and growing, unto all involved Every so-called progressive...
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In the County Villages of 1960s Seismology
In the county villages You were so young You were shaken off the tree I saw you, You did not fall The tree flung you to the ground You did...
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Elders and Fruit Flies
Eager to dismiss The journey of paper journals Written in dry sand towels With the gratitude of sold-out entry(ways) And telegraphed byways For the fruit of yesterday’s orchards Whether they...