paul-williamsWhisper

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Cigarette StickHalf-smoked, hand rolled cigarette stick, / my body says I need that fix. / Just as the filter tip hits my lip,
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Jun 29, 2011
Limerick IFrom Dover was born Brian David, / And our language, though foul, sill he treasu'red, / So with wit he did spit
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Jun 20, 2011
The PoetThe poet writes at night / to expose with eloquence, distress / In this frenzy of mad delight
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Jun 20, 2011
Do You?Do you recall early autumn's soft breeze? / The rustling trees, or the warm colored leaves? / Do you recall the maniacal joy
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Jun 20, 2011
Instructions for TeachingTurning madness to method, / with each little lesson, / the tools of the trade, they are taught.
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Apr 30, 2011
HibbingLounging on the porch steps of Dylan's old-- / Riding the wind, trying to catch a drift home / Waitin' for the moment when all the dust gets blown
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Jul 10, 2010
Red, Red WineSploosh! / An interweaving stream of fluid burgundy falls fast / Slipping from the tip of this crystal clear glass
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Feb 4, 2010
Growth and DecayBuds bloom beautifully into flowers, / And spill silently into soil.
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Feb 3, 2010
Finger Trappulling this notebook out of its pouch for my own sake / snags my phalanges in a chinese finger trap of creativity / fingers wrapped tightly around the base of this endless inkwell
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Feb 3, 2010
Haiku IIIfoggy air and / crisp frosted grass / beckon the winter
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Feb 3, 2010
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