Tag: muse
group name: myxmasbreakdown
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December 21, 2009 08:04 PM EST --
The penumbra of a Monday
The shadows’ montage on the Monday path;
the shadows of cars, trees, people, rooftops;
everything is on the move; even trees
move from . . .
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November 21, 2009 08:48 PM EST --
Prime numbers
It is always an early winter;
I have math grades to show my father.
Brown leaves fall on those sheets. I can say,
it is not an effortless . . .
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November 28, 2009 09:31 PM EST --
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Estate of dust
It must be trying to reveal this
you have revealed through your Spartan room!
For instance I can see your never
having owned a thing . . .
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December 06, 2009 08:37 PM EST --
Counter development
Talks with an older relative pass
through a still water. Time descends; soft,
white, flakish. Soon the water will freeze.
Something small . . .
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December 17, 2009 07:54 PM EST --
Columns I
The white columns sweat the way I do
though it is arid winter, weak sun.
Sometimes we soak in salt and a sea
wakes up on our palm. At any rate,
the waves obliterate . . .
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December 05, 2009 05:53 AM EST --
Both are dedicated to my brother, Robert
Fraternity
My brother is off to some seashore
with cold water and warm sands. Warmer
something may propose him to . . .
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May 23, 2009 06:38 AM EDT --
Interchange
( To the Group Surrealistic Circus-II )
The last time, you took a point to touch the grass,
to smell, like a vintage Chateau Margaux,
. . .
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February 25, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
In search of Him
“Today you shall find God.”
A voice in dream proclaims.
With the rain of shine he wakes
in the morning, takes a bath.
The voice has made him alert. . . .
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March 18, 2009 07:48 AM EDT --
Peace and sins
His calm fingers touch it
the liquid feels sticky.
Through the hole an universe
can fall or pass, in this case
a simple small piece of bullet
that has entered . . .
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March 23, 2009 10:44 PM EDT --
V ir us o n t he m achi ne
The effluence of virus through the receiver
enters into her computer, spreads, floods, reigns.
The object, - immobile, . . .
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March 24, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
The train er
A power mushrooms in my muscles,
taut, alert; the ears honing to hear
an unseen, non existent whistle.
Small oranges are lying on grass
if you can imagine . . .
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December 03, 2009 09:55 AM EST --
Value of those pretenses
Pretend you believe; the pretense
is worth the same; their values alike.
Pretend you are watching the mountain,
sun melting . . .
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March 02, 2009 09:47 PM EST --
Another day with rain
The sky has been falling down
since last Monday.
He brings the glass ashtray
kept on the porch.
It is sparkling, bathed, fresh.
“No cigarette.”
He promises . . .
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March 25, 2009 10:34 PM EDT --
Divine Dance
(To Bhawana's picture..
<a href="http://www.gather.com/viewImage.jsp?fileId=3096224745594457&nav=Namespace"> dance with shadows
) . . .
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April 12, 2009 10:44 PM EDT --
Ol’ pal
A curvy creek with hovering trees.
Heavy and greasy water and small rapids.
The stream belongs to four boys fishing.
The breeze is deciphering silence.
A sandy . . .
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June 28, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
Father does not know
She is swimming for an promised land
struggling with wave after wave.
The desert storm always tumbles
her thoughts’ relative perspectives.
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November 30, 2009 09:14 PM EST --
Affair with a dead poet
Vital blood of a fountain pen on the floor;
dead muse from a century before flips, turns
as the wind blows. Saliva dribbles down . . .
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February 02, 2009 07:25 AM EST --
jour nal-I
Island I am. On me a single tree
has sprawled the shadowy canopy.
The roots of it seeks moisture deep within
and is thwarted by stones island carry
like stones are . . .
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February 26, 2009 10:13 PM EST --
Middle class dreams- II
( To the women, to Alison )
“How do you feel, having a job after all these years?”
She may have answered that it feels like facing a sea;
standing in front . . .
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March 11, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
The five minutes in a killed lift
The soft buzz is killed all of a sudden.
The world flickers, blinks as the lights die and born.
You can listen to millions of words
the . . .
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