Good China for Ash
I step out in front of the car. Explode like Beaujolais over the pavement. Reoccuring. Beautiful. Silence, as my blood forms rivulets, running towards the toes of my mesmerized audience.
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Tzara-ist Manifesto
Da da, da blah.... "Freedom: DADA DADA DADA, the howl of clashing colors, the intertwining of all contradictions, grotesqueries, trivialities: LIFE." [T. Tzara, "Dada Manifesto," 1918]
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Jewels
I have to go down to the ground and put my feet on bare earth to feel the living moment. I have each of these moments ready to become precious jewels of memory.
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Hear My Train A'Comin
Been blue for way too long, (stuck in this ol Yankee town,) try as I might things they go wrong; though I try to do right and be a good friend, in the end 'most every one lets me down.
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Fornevermore
One midnight of may, in all my tears and dismay Whilst facing the smooth curves of my sonnets A voice called out from my window, so sweet and so slow Which reminds me of my muse, my Janette.
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Sunset Sonnet 2
One midnight of may, in all my tears and dismay Whilst facing the smooth curves of my sonnets A voice called out from my window, so sweet and so slow Which reminds me of my muse, my Janette.
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INVESTITURE poem
Having your son invested as a Cub is a special affair. I remember the experience when it was my turn. Now, it's his.
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In this square
Wall three. Wind-chimes.
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From his bed in the capital city
the old lady who was in the local newspaper after biting the arm of her mugger.
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From his bed in the capital city
Borrowed title from David Berman king of poems. From his bed in the capital city we are driving home to Norwich. The windscreen wipers metronome march
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