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THE BRINK OF DESIRE
Take me to the very brink of desire Where the fire is hot, but I am not killed by the fire, And the beauty of limb and breast and face Makes me lose myself, but not in disgrace. Let me stay intact,...
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BEAUTIFUL FAKE NEWS
Beautiful fake news. Poetry. Senstive and fake. You and me. “Since he left me, he’s not worthy,” Says the rose of best selling poetry. Beautiful, 60s angel! Joni Mitchell! Senstive, lovely, and...
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DO YOU REALLY WANT TO HURT ME?
Do you really want to hurt me? Of course you do. Love needs to be mean. What else is new? Love needs to drift into other feelings, The kindly pastor have other dealings Than with the passionate son....
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BOB MUELLER SAYS I MUST HATE THE RUSSIANS
Bob Mueller says I must hate the Russians, So I guess that’s what I’ll do. Well look at that jaw on Bob Mueller! He must impress you, too. A woman on the internet asked me how I could support Putin....
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WHEN SLEEP GAVE ME SLEEP I SLEPT
When sleep gave me sleep I slept. I never forgot what I learned. I recalled the flame, the heat, the smoke, The ash, and, in the dark, everything that had burned. All that vanished I kept. All I lost,...
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I’M IN THE GAME YOU’RE LOSING
I’m in the game you’re losing, And by winning—such are the rules of the game— I (winning because I’m sensitive) feel the pain of your losing, And you, loser, are angry and full of blame; Your anger is...
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A WOMAN WILL GET HER WAY
A woman will get her way Because she is a woman, but not today. The sun shines with neutral energy On poor, downtrodden me, Part broken heart, part headache, part poetry. A colorful jazz boat Remains...
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THE ONLY CHANCE POETRY HAS
The only chance poetry has, Thinks this poem, is not that it was Once more beautiful then, When evening lights four summers ago surrounded You and her in doubt— The stranger’s echoing shout From the...
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I, THE POEM
I, the poem, would like to introduce My parents, Mr. and Mrs. Prose. Scholars say that poetry is subtle, And hiding secrets is how poetry knows. But I would like to defend my parents, Who keep more...
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SHRINKING EXPERIENCE
Shrinking experience is the only pleasure. Too much for you to understand—and you rebel. Endless vistas of people wrestling with truth In complex urgency is the real description of hell. The Chinese...
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I WILL NEVER EXPRESS AN OPINION AGAIN
I will never express an opinion again. She erupted in fury. Okay then, I’ll tell you later, what’s the hurry? If I’m alone, and it is beautiful, I will look, And anything I like, will go in my book....
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I RUINED YOU
I ruined you—I’m sorry as I can be. Love doesn’t ruin those who love, But if you love, and try to flee, Love frowns on that. With poetry. Those in love are always making up their mind. Is the other...
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“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?”
The critics have been saying—have you heard them?— Art depicts truth making a collage of naked scenes, And fiction tells truth, even when it lies. Yes, fiction is true because, well, it’s real if you...
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THERE’S NOTHING LOVE DOESN’T KNOW
There’s nothing love doesn’t know. It is not a myth; love does give the loved a glow. When high mingles with low Love mingles them. There’s nothing love doesn’t know. The science prized, when dead...
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THE TRUMP HATER
It was easier with the previous president. He was “black,” So I said to myself, I’m a good person, so, of course, I will like him. But this new one calls up different sets of judgements Which force me...
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REALITY IS A LOT, OR POETRY AND MATHEMATICS MIXED
Calculating the odds of three birthdays in a row, My friend multiplies three hundred sixty five, three times. Not three hundred sixty five times three, But three hundred sixty five, times three...
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THE CRAZY
The crazy think people are crazy In a ratio of how much they are crazy. In a text message my wife called me crazy, Recalling a former lover’s text, calling me crazy, And I thought, for a moment, all...
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YOU WANT MY POLITICS? HERE’S MY POLITICS.
“And the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all” –Edgar Poe The most acute horror in our Modern Age is French. Start with the French Revolution stench Of Sade. The guillotine impulse of a nation...
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THE SILENCE OF ANDREW MARVELL
I see three rabbits softly bound Through a soundless garden without a sound. The hunting owl, dividing the air, Flies soundlessly with soundless care. The hunter steps in the soundless mind. Speech...
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THAT GOOD
There’s one thing I will never forget. The insult—which the careless always regret. Even love will not be returned. But if you insult me, the world will have learned. And if you offer love, but insult...
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