diWhisper

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A Series of Unrelated CoupletsI cut my pennies in half to toss them down the wishing well, / It only takes half a wish to get me started. / Sometimes I am a table.
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Mar 16, 2013
BackwardsI reassemble, / The wind flows backwards to your hands, / I am returning from whatever version of “beyond” you choose to believe,
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Mar 16, 2013
Myself and IIn the glass each day, / I meet myself waking, / Together we watch,
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Mar 16, 2013
9/11/11Today the radio’s tell me what to write. / They demand my attention, / Screaming tragedy,
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Mar 16, 2013
I Am One NowI will leave, / You will close your eyes and I will vanish. / Call me Houdini,
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Feb 5, 2012
Feeding the Masses the Matter of My MindEach morning as I brush my teeth I crack open my skull and allow the world to gorge on my brain. / I lay my thoughts on a table and watch as people dawning forks and knives pick through the vittles of my mind. / They dive in with the blind enthusiasm of a fat man near lunch time passing a McDonalds,
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Jan 22, 2012
Sunflower ChildI remember when I use to have sunflowers instead of hair and butterflies were always landing on my head as if I was their own mobile home. / I never went to the barber but our landscaper would take his shears out whenever he came over and prune me, and I would sell the sunflowers at the end of our driveway out of a cardboard box stand. One buck a bunch. / Instead of shampoo I used fertilizer mixed in with the water I would sprinkle on my head each night from the tin watering can I kept under the sink.
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Jan 22, 2012
Lean TimesMy mama's eyes say " these are lean times," / But when she speaks there is no shame, / we will make do.
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Dec 2, 2011
The HereticI listen to my parents try and indoctrinate my brother with their beliefs, / And I listen to him fail to find the words to express that he too has ideas and thoughts and values, / he too has things he wants and needs and dreams about.
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Nov 28, 2011
To Write or Not to WriteI fill my soul, my heart, my head, / And then try, through my fingers, / To tame it, calm it, dilute it.
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Nov 26, 2011
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