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The Glasses and the Plates and the Silverware (poems from old notebooks [August? 1992])

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Untitled (poems from old notebooks, November 22, 2009)

Because your glance latches me to the frame of night to these posts and lintels of starlight sinking into earth and cracking stone I am a door shut against the days of reason against wisdom and why and consequence because … Continue reading

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Lists of Words We Have (poems from old notebooks, September 2008)

There are lists of words we have, implacable, stained at their edges with the dust of silk roads to the distant yellows of forgotten linen, the pale, dry stamens of saffron, or the patinas of old ivory cue balls, but … Continue reading

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A Crisping of Leaves (after before Nightfall) (poems from old notebooks, Shaken by Physics)

A Crisping of Leaves (after Before Nightfall) August. You awake with Death in your throat Laughing; his nicotine yellow beard shedding, Filling, like asbestos, the spaces Between everything. You awake with Death In your throat laughing and you say Fuck … Continue reading

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Mary Constance Cavanaugh (Just Like Doing Time) (poems from old notebooks, 2004? 2005?)

Another of my very occasional attempts to write a song.  A couple of different people have tried setting this one to music. Mary Constance Cavanaugh (Just Like Doing Time) Mary lives in King’s County Where you work with your hands … Continue reading

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untitled ([broken] poems from old notebooks, February 2002)

Forgive me, love, if my words are hard. They are hard because they come hard, Dug from the hidden places, the dark spaces, Where I’ve kept every savoured shard Of desire, hope, and truth in stasis. Forgive me, love, if … Continue reading

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Never the Twain (poems from old notebooks, November 2001)

You know Tom loved the lissome Becky               just the way wax loves the wick.               And you know his curiosity made him want to be               the star of his own funeral               even if it cost him a lick               (or ten) of … Continue reading

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