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That’s it, you got it; that’s it we’re through being through, you got it, there’s no more no more, you got it, nothing’s left for we left nothing, you got it, except for the fact that you got it for you do, you got it, but now you don’t for I got it and it’s … Continue reading
Will I ever rest or is asking the question proof that I won’t * I tried to write a poem that would introduce myself in such a way that would make you feel as though you had always known me and I you and this was just a connection after always like another geese that … Continue reading
Where do poems come from besides us and where do we come from besides poems? * I met this man who said he was never sad and I told him it wasn’t so bad to feel so awful sometimes and he said really and I said ya, I’m feeling it right now and look how … Continue reading
Will I ever have you all like you have me now, then, whenever: as I was as I will be as I imagine and don’t and as you think I am until I am not for you have thought me some way and you know how much I don’t like it when you’re right * … Continue reading
Who is the protagonist in these moving people’s lives for sometimes I think it’s me because for me it’s sometimes them but then I move and see others and the books that unbind reveal more interesting characters like you * When everyone is given a medium to write who will read the high and the low and … Continue reading
I mailed a dead guy asking how he was doing and I got a message back that he was okay and I shouldn’t worry about him because he had the dying thing handled but he was worried how I was getting on and told me to focus on living because that decided how you die … Continue reading
A bird sings songs after a shelling as though the air was still safe and my position in the trench dug out from mud and men wasn’t compromised by the bird’s chattering and its look-looking my way to see if I would attack it though I seem a friend and there’s been so much killing … Continue reading
And you haven’t left yet she tells me, though I’ve missed the beginning bits; and you won’t leave she tells me, though I’ve missed the middle bits; and you can’t leave she tells me, though she missed the ending bits. * What would you be without me I’m asked by a different me who has … Continue reading
I am writing the good book of us at last, long last, longer than our bookends lasted but just as good * The girls wore all that they couldn’t and I wore all that I could to try to get their attention but I was the absence of blindness in light; just another scene scurrying … Continue reading
When there is nothing left when the buildings bust and the sky shutters and the Universe is scattered like ants without a queen I would still have had you * I cut under my eyes to stop the tears and to colour a world so gray and dull with a sight so entirely mine that … Continue reading
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