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SurgeryIt's like stepping up to a golf ball. A white glove grips my left hand and an 8 iron dangles in my right. I slowly ***** my tee into the moist ground. I place the white ball upon it. I think of the possibilities of what could go wrong when I strike the ball. I aim. I breathe. I think: back straight, arm straight, mind straight. I exhale. I swing. Then watch and wait, like hearing that sharp drone and waiting for the flat line to waver so I don't have to say, "I'm sorry, but there were complications."
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Sep 24, 2011
Grains of GoldA loaf alone is a tray of possibilities, / Yeast rises into form, / And then into slices.
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Sep 24, 2011
Forget Me NotI wish you were here on this park bench / Together listening to stuttering bird beaks clench / Hand in hand our feelings spawning
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May 11, 2011
Sir ElliotIn reverie you sit so quiet so eloquent / I ponder in silence but am so hesitant / Ink flows freely easily creating
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May 5, 2011
EuphoriaEver lost your heart / In a boundless world / Free from havoc
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Apr 10, 2011
A Lovely DestinyI wish that I could fly away / From cloud to cloud to a new day / Forget the world and never fall
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Mar 14, 2011
Hey GodI am sad that I am always alone. / Please God, won’t you throw me a bone. / I always smile and wave to those I know,
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Mar 12, 2011
AtavismHumans manipulate / And in turn destroy ruin dictate. / In the name of progression
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Mar 12, 2011
Dear Andy, Thank you and GoodbyeDear Andy, Thank you and Goodbye. / 2/24/11 / A deep tiresome passion has been building up inside me,
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Feb 27, 2011
Endless QuestI am alive / Breathing, blinking, being / I am a force that moves
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Feb 17, 2011
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