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10 June, 2011
Of Thee I Sing
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The corn is planted and that rain has come and the river has done it's flooding and receding. This isn't Huck Finn's river – not...
06 June, 2011
[Scratch]: Palm Poem #7
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Palm Poem #7 I've had my gutful of somber And my heart can't take it anymore. My heart beats in common time And when I close my eyes...
04 June, 2011
Keep to the Shaded Side of the Hill
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You find out who you are in bus depots. In the downtown Chicago Station, late at night, there are times when a hard floor is preferabl...
6 Repetitive Lines
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The truth of a man is somewhere between all the definitions foisted upon him: brother /father/son/husband/uncle/man. The truth of a man is s...
04 April, 2011
A Baboon Ponders the Spring
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Fish out of water. The river is flooded. Tornadoes tearing up the plain states and the cats are fighting and yowling between lightening stri...
03 April, 2011
When They Say The Damnedest Things
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People will talk to you like that just because they assume you're a relatively new arrival on Main Street means you haven't lived a...
24 March, 2011
Sometimes She Breaks
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Sometimes she breaks and all the world breaks with her – though the world will gimp along a bit better, it will not do so with the same dete...
20 March, 2011
Meditation on the Vernal Shift
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T hunder and rain renounce the winter and tell me it is Spring announcing itself like an overdue guest. Thunder and rain tell me somewhere ...
14 March, 2011
You could drive yourself crazy looking for a reason
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The world is wobbling on its axis and ice caps are melting and we're punching holes in the ozone so we can have cars that will give us F...
25 February, 2011
End Notes in the Book of Dreams: 2
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There is never enough. Work more but fail. Work more and fall farther behind. This thing they call dreaming – it's not like the movies....
24 February, 2011
Transcription of a Dropped Cell Phone Call
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Myself idyll casualty wild carousel collected. Wine-stained office fact men on madness ask road west. Locust calling empowered the selected ...
23 February, 2011
End Notes in the Book of Dreams: 1
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We hibernate for the winter under blankets and behind plastic covered storm windows and dream of the desert. Sensations echo familiar and f...
11 February, 2011
Poem: Last Man in the Elevator
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Seeing Frank is always trying and the way he talks I always leave feeling like the dumb bastard has been nibbling on my ear drum and stickin...
Gourmand Carnival
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The deep broasted lard a la carte comes a top sloppy blanched greens over salted and under flavored. And, for the discerning palette, might ...
09 February, 2011
Backtracking
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The man wearing the bright green bib overalls, he told me two lefts and half a mile past where the barn burned down and all those pigs die...
10 January, 2011
And Counting
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C hrist. 388 days and the tundra is still expansively contracting. Fields of green and brown corn have turned shit and soil brown, laced wit...
07 January, 2011
Death Head Cheerleaders
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They marched into the room one at a time shadows from the valley of death every long hair atop their heads wound tight and high and kept in...
27 December, 2010
The Only Laws In A Small Town That Really Mean Anything
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1. Above all, make no waves and make no enemies unless you share the same ones as everyone else. 2. Go to church, even if you don't bel...
22 December, 2010
Untitled Lines / Post Solstice
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Winter breeds patience out of desperation. There is no instant gratification When the snow plow buries you alive And your only connection wi...
21 December, 2010
Taking Out the Garbage The Morning After a Snow Storm
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Up before the sun – eyes pop open thanks to internal alarm clock and the fear that the garbage men dug them- -selves out last night. Pull o...
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