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1929Your eyes are fixed on the western horizon-- / a gaze set towards the sunset on the golden coast, that / does know not that this midas mirage
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May 1, 2014
A lighthouse and a songI am seeking an unspeakable beacon-- / that which defies not solely the misty discontents of mine own / but the time-wrought err of man:
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Jul 15, 2013
American Insomniasweet sleep, I know you / the way that a blind man is / said to know the moon.
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Oct 27, 2012
Apology to a HousemaidI was vacant: / dust wafted off the window-sill, swirling in the afternoon sun / when you came, rapping green fists on my empty door
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Jan 30, 2014
Ashes, ashespockets of paper / and prosthetic posture: / and
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Jun 12, 2012
Ceci n’est pas une pomme*After Magritte* / Maybe that man in the painting, / Grey, upright, unfeeling,
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Sep 8, 2016
Cochleado you think / that Beethoven / would have wanted
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Jan 30, 2014
Come back, my Achilles.One of mine, / wanting it all to have been a metaphor, / has only fallen listless--
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Jun 3, 2012
Damm inflationI remember when you were a dime a dozen--available economy sized. / I remember when I could not touch the ceiling of my debts to you. / I remember when we were not of waning worth.
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Oct 15, 2013
Dear yesterday:you are my second-hand seashell, / lest I not forget.
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Feb 11, 2013
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