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a.m.the streetlamps dim / to push sleep past the sidewalk / up through windows
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Jan 30, 2010
Bus Stop WaitWatch the street's gutter for / movement, look at the reflection / against its water, it reacts
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Jan 30, 2010
ChasmAs we are: / Quixote would stand / Surveying the span and depth of the drop.
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Jan 30, 2010
ChiselBy virtue of birth and circumstanceI became an untall, unhandsomeunfair-skinned, shy immigrant boyand given a chiselwith which I can eitherwhile away the rest of my yearsscratching my predetermined epitaph of quiet reservationor take that chiseland put its sharpest edge to my wit,hone my physical form with strength and sculptingand spit at heredity's woe,unrelenting, until I have carved away theweakest parts of me and cast them asidewithout blame, without doubt, without hesitanceto emerge defiant, breathing ravenouslypiercing with new truths that obliterate the once fragile heartto make it invincible with a new forging.I am the tower of my own might.I am the forgiver of my own sins.I am the pawn that has been cast on this board of kings,And I will be victorious.
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Feb 24, 2010
dark summerYou were a phone number / on a folded piece of napkin / wedged inside the bottom of my purse
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Jan 30, 2010
DefinitionsWe gather at the failing tidesinging our harbinger songswhile dawn casts its amber net of morning.Then moonlight turns to a doubtable hazethat sharpens to reveal the edge of a confident horizon.Unyielding, unstoppable,it forces us to bury our petty woes under sand.Enough, it saysBegin the day, it saysCreate the day, it says.
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Feb 24, 2010
diveOnly when I scavenged the bottom of the ocean / did I find you / an urn, preserved
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Jan 30, 2010
GibraltarThis pillar of Hercules / is an unthinking, unfeeling piece of rock / with no choice but to hold its ground
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Jan 30, 2010
grindshow me your pose,your gravity-defying surgeryyour bonded smileyour Clorox hairshow me the scars that made wrinkles unnecessaryshow me the moments they paid forthere it is,your egg timer bodydecomposing with each hustlewhile your sensibilities go numb with apathy and practicethat require five happy hour margaritasto wash down the sin of each day.
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Feb 24, 2010
healing armoryou loosen the binding straps / and lay out your heart, exposed / to bleed in the bedtime air.
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Feb 24, 2010
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