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When our conversation reran on my brainbox overnightI had some things to say to you that I found pretty brightBut I lost the power of parody in dusty morning lightYou made me want to give up on the whole entire raceTo disappear beneath a rock without a single traceBut ...
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The light from his guitarscuttles aroundamo caseslike a festive,furtive feline.He leaves his gift(he loves his gift)to us.When he speaks,he is a man;but when he sings,he is himself.The light from his guitardazzlescurtains, floors.He is the still centerof this nova.It flashes out,fleshes out,reaching, teaches us,squinting to replyto the flirtinglight from his guitar. ...
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i slip, ship-shodinto the wetter water.today it ends, all mendsand will be mending.i rise, star-eyedinto the heir's air.i slip my selkie skin,sealed nowin the crisper crispnessof baptism ...
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When yard sales turn to rummage sales and rummage to bazaarsWhen the yellow sun turns yellow leaves that lead to yellow starsI lift my eyes in sharp surprise; they’re downcast all year longI lift my voice – I have no choice – to sing the season’s songsFor something’s in ...
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You were tense, terse – no, that was me.You were silken sheets blown by the breeze.Your fingers ran on the moment’s keysAnd looked easy.You were glimpses at parties, on mornings, days…You crinkled your laugh in sardonic ways.And I would occasionally catch your gazeAnd feel easy.Mark that last – it ...
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Your face is a hit hereFull dozens wear it proudWith diverse altersYou spark in a smileSpin across the roomAnd simmer in an eyeThis is your partyYour grand slamAll these yous gatheredAnd you lay in the midstContented and smilingIn the open casket ...
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Little man of iron will, you have formed us wellLeft a pack, a passel, a people where you fellLeft on iron spirit in a dozen iron heartsAn unbending bearing in the deepest of our partsAnd we are your sweet circle: freely given, we freely giveWe are your life's savers as ...
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On the outer limb of the spiral starsflinging, flung from some great armwe hurtle blind through the scarsof mundane and infernalWe shadow the path behind a hedgescale the steep unto the ledgedizzy on the spinning edgewe turn on the eternaland we fear the wheelwithin the wheelis titling on its tableand ...
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…and I will remember this clarification:to see bridge at the world’s foundation,all gold and green,with more to be seenthan visible in all creation ...
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Jason’s ElegyNothing here is right today: a little boy is missingAnd I can hear creation groan to match the beat my temples poundAnd I can hear the shadows scream and all the angels’ tears resoundEchoing from empty words of waste and loss that hang aroundThe lie that says the ...