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a song for the later juliets
The time has long since passed us by to swear by Junes and moons; We have had our vague fantasies of midnights And the attendant misgivings of mid-afternoons We have lived the consequences of parsed...
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My Joan Jett Of Arc
Together we probed mysteries of the dark Though you said true love was for losers and saps (Oh God how I loved you, my Joan Jett of Arc.) You moaned like a hooker those nights in the park As I tried...
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a civil uncoupling
This thing—unsanctified, uncertified (Reminiscent of an old, familiar sweater Comfortable, perhaps a bit threadworm here and there, Yet wholly functional) has become unwound, Not in some spectacular...
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In Which Pilate Reflects Upon Another Long Dreary Friday
Well, they just have to have a body, you know. There wasn’t the opportunity for a stoning, No drawn-out process spectacle of the subject at hand Bewailing his fate before slumping silently Under the...
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The Harvested Man
He nurses his coffee, by himself most days, But occasionally with the one or two others Who constitute the bulk of the clientele of the diner (The low-sling building faceless, nameless Although those...
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An Empire Of Kodachrome
We’d made things once, things of substance: Copiers, straight-sixes for Chevelles, Novas, Impalas, And tons of film, loaded into tiny Instamatics Which accompanied us to everywhere and everything...
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the picnic at the end of the end of it
We try to stick to canned goods these days. Not that it’s particularly easy, mind you, As the expiry dates have come and gone; You have to have a feel for what ages well And what simply can’t be...
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A Temporary Circumstance
She came to her particular station in life in some proverbial once upon a time, in the realm of some ancient king (perhaps one of the trio of Biblical lore—for, certainly, each of the three had...
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Drinking With Iranians, December 1979
We didn’t dwell on the streetlights, Festooned with garland-strewn bells, ersatz nutcrackers, And the odd buoyant and ebullient snowman; We were crossing the Hempstead Turnpike, No task for the...
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Burlap Time
What sins have we committed, what unpardonable crime To have brought such desolation to this once fertile plain? (The only times we’ve ever known has been this burlap time.) We receive no epiphanies,...
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the couple at the bottom of the world
They’d signed on for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, Though they’d never dreamed that poor and sick Would arrive with such ferocity, such vengeance, such utter malice. Difficult to say how...
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the code of the wooster, ohios
on the streets of wooster, the cars all drive no faster than thirty-two miles per hour, and the lawns are mowed each Saturday, and the trees decorum are properly observed and duly...
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the night of the night of the meek
We’d stumbled upon it, playing on a channel heretofore unknown to us, Almost as if the remote, in a final, desperate attempt To escape the CGI-augmented Britneys and Biebers, Had taken matters into its...
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this man, this town, this time
It had come all in-between, neither nuisance nor quite memorable, The kind of snow that, had they not been on break already, Would have the school children on pins-and-needles, Seeking some augury in...
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The Pond At South Colton
It had, so he recalled, no pretensions of being something so grand as a lake; Just a roundish body of water, not particularly suited for diving Nor of any real attraction to a fisherman, Nothing there...
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somewhat more cruel than april
April is the cruelest month, so some poet said, Likely vexed to the breaking point By its coquettish nature, alternately promising and withdrawing Sweetness of the warm sun, rustling green blankets of...
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stravinsky62
There are notions which prove impervious To the forces of nature, the whims of politicians and philosophers Perhaps even, in the final analysis, to time itself. Tell me, what epiphany is realized...
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The Recently Condemned Prince Of Darkness Adresses The Bench
SATAN: Before I go any further, Your Honor, let me just say this: My right hip is killing me—seriously, is there any reason I should be chained up like the lead actress in a S &M video? I’ve been...
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The Bartender At Desperate Annie’s, Saratoga Springs, Believes Our Savior To...
You’ll not see their like come race season, Having left the premises to be replaced By the preening breast-augmented and face-lifted set, Shaking their heads and clucking sadly if one inquires If...
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ice cream man, he’s a hillbilly fan
No tinkly tintinnabulation of children’s songs precedes him; The vaguely Sputnik-esque speaker on the van’s roof Squawking out Ernest Tubb and Hank Snow, (The ice cream man is a hillbilly fan)...
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