Words

If I Could Fight

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Dear diary,I felt something new todayafter weeks on endof nothing but fatigue;it was hatredfor the human race It’s getting worse againafter coming so closedon’t shine...

Untitled

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Night watch on the ship’s prow, The stars are out in disorder Every thing ever been seen By naked eye / Is out tonight. Michael Stephen Levinson is...

September Dawn

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The swift and cold pre-autumn rain,  Will not, dear life, have come in vain.  The last burst of green life given In dried beds of aged creeks...

Dada Def Poems

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What is a Nihilist An ink blot and a reminder levied on ships that anchor in a port. A trial condemningthe leader of a dramatic chorus. It...

Thanksgiving

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Thanks for stoplights, to notice pink waves of dawn, reflected from sandstone foothills, that drift across my windshield Thanks for hold buttons, for forced moments to focus...

Broken Poem

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There is a poem lying beside the road, its red fur ablaze in the morning sunlight. The spine of the poem is broken and one leg is partially...

Understandable

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Uppermost in almost anybody’s mind these days (Not to impute Platonic shape to space) Desire (as if it were a thing) will blaze Entre nous anew, prognosticating...

Arguing with Something My Dharma Teacher Said

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There was a bumper sticker in Colorado in the 90’s that said, “Shit Happens” — you remember the one? The next one was a...

passing laments on the highway of the blessed

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lamentations and lust and sometimes we just fight making love for a moment and it doesn’t feel right these children a’ crying these dogs that don’t bark superstition and faith holding...

Excerpt from Postscript #29

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There have been more baby ghosts lately with few fit for heaven. The air in the room is toxic. The government feels threatened thinks...

Bring an Original Poem to Class

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Scary things, scary things The things that have created me All come back, so haunting Surrounded now, I can not breathe. Can someone please Soon help me Rid my life...

When I Was

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When I was a rock     I knew patience     and slowly,     my sharp edges     became smooth While tree     I knew squirrels,    ...