Tag: verse
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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December 15, 2009 07:57 PM EST --
A conversation with a historian, Richard
You cannot argue
with a man of history
about past.
Hence I brew
a cup of coffee
for him
and engrave
an arrow like
the Sumerians’ . . .
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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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November 15, 2009 08:32 PM EST --
Imperceptible conspiracy
My eyes are not adept for those sounds
she listens;
it is not that easy to believe
what she sees.
White flakes fall on the cedars . . .
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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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December 07, 2009 07:59 PM EST --
Abused
The tiny feet of a squirrel on a tin roof;
nothingness is a corrugated top.
You look up from there, a frightened life;
a squirrel, not playful; in search . . .
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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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September 29, 2009 07:07 AM EDT --
Of silence and revelry
The emerald convoy of hedges, leaves;
those tired homecomings are blessed. Pebbles
carry one step at a time; drained steps.
The door creaks. . . .
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December 13, 2009 07:59 PM EST --
Reality of a vacation
It falls, dignifiedly sloth, deliberate;
it falls while we listen to the stream, the tune.
The harmony embraces us; the rich hues
of the . . .
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May 06, 2009 10:05 PM EDT --
Another s ummer changes
Charming fallacies of youth
are gleaming on the home ground;
touching the bases, the basics.
The gardener with crumbled skin
. . .
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May 09, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
So rcer ess
Touch of moss on the terrace is different, ask the cat.
It will tell you that and other stories, facts- if you hark.
Of course you are just the aged sorceress; . . .
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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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November 16, 2009 08:31 PM EST --
Forced diet
“What we are is just what we believe.”
I tell this to my lunch hour glass of
water. The whole lunch consists only
transparent liquid and opaque grief. . . .
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October 29, 2009 09:34 PM EDT --
Tastes like life
A drop of gold on your tongue; roll it;
savor the flavor; this is what we
are made of…the taste of the moments.
The bar, . . .
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November 17, 2009 08:45 PM EST --
Hemlock for a drink : dinner for one
He knew what I was serving.
The nothing in his expression
could be called as calmness.
He drunk the hemlock as night fell.
I never . . .
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November 19, 2009 08:31 PM EST --
Neighborhood
She could have been living in the center of earth
emitted just this moment without a care for
the twenty years passed in between. A teenaged love . . .
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