matthew-cannizzaroWhisper

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9:16, Thursday NightHallway light is out, / lost, leaving frigid darkness, / key can’t find the lock.
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May 1, 2010
An unlikely museI apologize, / I have not kissed a woman-- / most certainly a ****** too--
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Mar 3, 2011
At least the robe is mineI dawn thoughts of you / like a gossamer robe / when you're gone.
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Jun 26, 2011
Awkward Eyes for YouThe wino took the corner like a 4 year old performs surgery. / His eyes roll into glue / and dry on her instantly.
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Mar 6, 2011
Backwards KoiSurround me with luck, / because the cranes just flew in / and I want them to stay.
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May 15, 2011
Being an otherit’s like honey stuck to the sweetest places around your lips / but can’t taste in public. / a river washing away every word unspoken
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Apr 19, 2011
Better than MicrobiologyAlthough / alliteration / alleviates
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May 10, 2010
Brave bird, I whisperI flew by a greening bush / hiding a bouquet of birds / and scared them all away,
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Apr 19, 2011
But you are not a flower*"I miss you like the sun misses the flower / in the dead of winter."* -- A Knight's Tale / If you should weep
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Jun 13, 2011
Candle tipDance—deep combustion / slows the sway and glow. / Heat—heavy wick heaves
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Jun 26, 2011
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