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StillbornA young man sits in a room too small, / Wearing shirts too tight and writing poems too weak, / The passage of time marked by the arrival of fire to yellow filters,
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Jun 20, 2012
PalsSometimes I wonder / If I wrote the laws of the universe by mistake / In my dreams as a child.
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Nov 22, 2010
DisneyA woman with **** written on her navel / Smokes a cigar and raps on the rim of her helmet / With fat silver rings she wears on her fingers
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Nov 22, 2010
The GiftThere is a purple vase of golden flowers on the kitchen table / Its waxy surface gleaning in the morning sun / Through the white and rustling blinds
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Nov 22, 2010
Apples to ApplesA black man in Florida was forced to take a knife to his genitals / And eat them. / A rope was fashioned around his neck
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Nov 22, 2010
Wells of the MachineI wish that I could have saved the goose eggs / My grandfather gave me / With His mighty ring
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Jul 4, 2010
You've Got Three Days, God said.Why are my fingertips made / Of burnt paper / The kind moth wings are made of
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Jul 4, 2010
ScarecrowWe are all nailed to posts in the fields of our lives / And some of us sway back and forth in the wind / Like the chimes grandmother made from old knives
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Jul 4, 2010
Toy SoldiersToy soldiers drip from my brother’s fingers while he sleeps, / We carry memories under our fingernails like courtiers to the dead, / But we’ll all wear that plumage on our shoulders like lions
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Jul 4, 2010
The MatadorThe old man is made of the hearts of dead spiders from the woodshed / I am my father’s matador / A small spark against a great fire
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Jul 4, 2010
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