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57 (Tribute to Papa)He never asked me for anything. / His humbleness and fruitfulness grew on me / Without knowing that his hand could carve words into ellipticals and parabolas.
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May 10, 2013
9 New Whitney St.I was born little, and I grew up a little. / In a small house in Boston, / where I grew up with a mouth full of Skittles
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May 12, 2013
AbleI close my eyes and create pictures made out of marbles and copper leaves because I fucking want to. / I don't want to become a liberation of mind control just to feed the habit of your addiction. / I don't care that you love poetry, or how much you hate the texture of my cheekbones,
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Aug 22, 2013
Are We Still Dreaming?I am happy to join with you today in what will go down as / the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation. / There was a story of a King
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Aug 28, 2013
David WalcottI grew into my youth without fearing dinosaurs, / Because I watched too many re-programmings of Jurassic Park. / I wasn't aware that my basketball skills could take me places.
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May 10, 2013
Flowers & BricksDrawing attention to oneself is the best illustration to show that you aren't present. / That you may not be transfigured into a rabid popsicle stick. / One day, I may not there for you
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Aug 22, 2013
Look At MeThe room is clear and the air is filtered / Two chairs for me and her, to separate and segregate / I grind my teeth and I clinch my fist, to the point where
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Aug 22, 2013
MarlowEvery summer when I was a kid, / I learned a new way of whispering to the trees. / In my backyard, there was an apple tree
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May 12, 2013
The CarpenterThe carpenter sits in his rocking chair as he thinks, / as the sun drowns itself into the dark clouds, he waits. / Waiting for something to tell him that he is no longer a boy anymore,
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Aug 22, 2013
To The PhotographsYou spread across the synapses / Resurrecting long buried mind pictures that quickly / Consume the soul in sticky, tar-like drips.
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May 12, 2013
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