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Why I Can’t Play Like You, Freddie
cause your real selfish, Freddie and my Momma taught me to share said it was the right thing to do and you don’t share for nothing Tiddlywinks not withstanding but you always have to win so it’s not...
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A Drive on Interstate 390 and Other Places
Away we go away from Owego And by the place where all’s well in Endwell— To where perhaps there’s gold buried in Gouldsboro. Further on, to where one wonders why There’s such animosity towards...
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First Words
Expectant with if alright scorn are her but am old the cold man when vantage when you words I tree where’s love
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Every Atom
An all Walt Whitman imitation— “Song of Myself” 1 For every atom belonging to me belongs to you. My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil, this air, 2 The smoke of my own breath,...
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Night Interstate
He pulls tired eyes from the sideview mirror Watching headlights chase dark highway They skim to the rearview and dashboard And he, the road’s only passenger As miles bleed into an unaltered scenery...
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Seconds
Thoughts are so very different they have no boundaries, need no explaining; they are words and pictures but totally unlike either A picture still needs words to animate it Words are still needed to...
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Fever
A teenage couple rendezvous in the park to unleash their newfound passions. His scrawny arms grotesquely embrace the body she’s still growing into; plump legs and small chest; not quite the ideal woman...
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Strawmen
I keep drawing strawmen sketched, smoldering somewhere on the backburner my consciousness registers the faulty pitch and swings right from contact I know it’s a knockout shredding the stuffing out of...
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Potholes and Panhandlers
If it has been said that we look like ants— after a long winter, we now look like bees. The way we bob and sway between potholes our vehicles doing a choreographed dodging dance. And the potholes, God...
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Surreptitious
The most common use of surreptitious is with the -ly suffix: Surreptitiously. But to use it as a noun, “He is surreptitious” is surely loquacious behavior. However, I’ve been more interested in the...
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Crisp
According to etymology crisp is defined as meaning “to become brittle” though the use of brittle, I attest, would have to be its pejorative form. Brittle’s connotations suggest something less desirable...
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God is Calling
The backlight is lit and flashing. The phone is rattling in my hand. But I wonder if I will answer? I see him in a hole in my sock. His peach-colored handiwork swirls Peek out into a fabric-less world...
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Whitewater
On the sand it all makes sense: Lay flat, balance, position is important. Feet at the end of the stick, paddle out And paddle through the whitewater. I’ve got to go outside. I’ve got to go to the...
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Brewing Beer
—for Mike I can make a clone if you give me the right ingredients. Brewer: Me. As far as batch size is considered, taste my preferred draft first and if you like it enough, have as much as you want....
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Way
there’s roadways, freeways, expressways, throughways & parkways don’t forget the airways, even the waterways. …anyway! maybe we should break away or getaway before things start looking thisaway:...
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Bigger Better More
Robert Creely imitation— “The Warning” I wish my hands were bigger so that I could hold more of you; that my arms would grow longer to wrap around you like mummified linens. I wish I could exhume your...
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At Last
Where men are finished with their speeches and can finally hear God I hold my arms above my head and gravity pulls them down against my muscles And I can hear the earth spinning—all the groaning of...
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Prescient Children
We sat in the basement, my cousin and I, The prescient phrase, “one more year” exultant on our lips. We savored the imminence. One more year until he would have his driver’s license. What a long time...
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Boxes
I wake up, and pull back the covers in my box to the sound an alarm ringing on my box. I walk from my box into the box. I step into the box; soap and rinse. I open my coldbox to find something for...
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(Edgar Allan Poe) In My Pants
The Raven in my pants. The Black Cat in my pants. The Cask of Amontillado in my pants. A Descent into the Maelstrom in my pants. The Gold-Bug in my pants. Hop-Frog in my pants. The Imp of the Perverse...
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