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Tonight all the stars are just celestial swag
in the moon's handbag, flashy & overpriced.
All the angels are pinheads, & not even pinheads of light.

Here's what I know: I am good
at deja vu but bad at karaoke. I am good
at Magic 8-Ball but bad at bicycle-built-for-two.

Axiom, from the Greek meaning "No rebuttals," ...Read more

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Through all the evening,
All the virginal long evening,
Down the blossomed aisle of April it is dread to walk alone;
For there the intangible is nigh, the lost is ever-during;

And who would suffer again beneath a too divine alluring,
Keen as the ancient drift of sleep on dying faces blown?
Yet in the valley,
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Yet life is not a vision nor a prayer,
But stubborn work; she may not shun her task.
After the first compassion, none will spare
Her portion and her work achieved, to ask.

She pleads for respite,-she will come ere long
When, resting by the roadside, she is strong.
Nay, for the hurrying throng of passers-by
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You make love like the last
snow leopard. Time hunts your shadows.
Your grooves dip a real x of an arc.
I love your shadow. It's performance on the wall.

Your white hair flocked. It's old age that makes
you kill for food. You bring a long blank to
bed in, the weight draws out.

You need someone with skill for the ...Read more

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In the end there was
a certain grace

splayed on the table
unrecognizable

our beloved (pup)
barely

five sedated on
a manual respirator

unresponsive
Phenobarbital

overdose in wait
human hair

not fur its smell
and luster

in spite of a final
breath-less episode

just minutes before
we ...Read more

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on di sake menu no descriptive like quiet & smooth.
lean & firm. dry seems redundant. di comedic
pause dat carry so much inna tree letas. wen
di flesh breaks, a ranginamu glimma free itself to become
sky misty aan di temple. a strait of islands set against
a hazel setting inna di west. kolo pollo. morning is belated...Read more

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I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling<...Read more

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Every few months my friend and I get together
to talk about "what we're doing" vis-a-vis
"the perceived goal of our dual attempt
to become masters of wordsmithing
in the face of insurmountable opposition."
This is what I'm doing, we say,
compared to this person we don't know
who does something similar
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All can see, in the shining places,
Vestiges of her classic graces;
Where her footsteps, fleet and stark,
Have beautifully embossed the dark.

We know indeed, that the stately and golden
Antlers, hunters and heroes olden,
Wood-nymph, satyr, and sylvan faun.-
Goddess and stag, are gone!-all gone!
But ...Read more

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Because I had loved so deeply,
Because I had loved so long,
God in His great compassion
Gave me the gift of song.

Because I have loved so vainly,
And sung with such faltering breath,
The Master in infinite mercy
Offers the boon of Death.

About the poem
"Compensation" was originally published in ...Read more