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Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window

Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window

Sunday, I am eating a

grapefruit, church is over at the Russian

Orthodox to the

west.

she is dark

of Eastern descent,

large brown eyes look up from the Bible

then down. a small red and black

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Are You Drinking?

Are You Drinking?

washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook

out again

I write from the bed

as I did last

year.

will see the doctor,

Monday.

"yes, doctor, weak legs, vertigo, head-

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Rhyming Poem

Rhyming Poem

the goldfish sing all night with guitars,

and the whores go down with the stars,

the whores go down with the stars

I'm sorry, sir, we close at 4:30,

besides your mother's neck is dirty,

and the whores go down with the etc.,

the whores. go down. with the etc.

I'm sorry jack you can't come back,

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Decline

Decline

naked along the side of the house,

8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil

over my body, Jesus, have I come

to this?

I once battled in dark alleys for a

laugh.

now I'm not laughing.

I splash myself with oil and wonder,

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Some People

Some People

some people never go crazy.

me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch

for 3 or 4 days.

they'll find me there.

it's Cherub, they'll say, and

they pour wine down my throat

rub my chest

sprinkle me with oils.

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The Trash Can

The Trash Can

this is great, I just wrote two

poems I didn't like.

there is a trash can on this

computer.

I just moved the poems

over

and dropped them into

the trash can.

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I'm In Love

I'm In Love

she's young, she said,

but look at me,

I have pretty ankles,

and look at my wrists, I have pretty

wrists

o my god,

I thought it was all working,

and now it's her again,

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I Made A Mistake

I Made A Mistake

I reached up into the top of the closet

and took out a pair of blue panties

and showed them to her and

asked "are these yours?"

and she looked and said,

"no, those belong to a dog."

she left after that and I haven't seen

her since. she's not at her place.

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Curtain

Curtain

the final curtain on one of the longest running

musicals ever, some people claim to have

seen it over one hundred times.

I saw it on the tv news, that final curtain:

flowers, cheers, tears, a thunderous

accolade.

I have not seen this particular musical

but I know if I had that I wouldn't have

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For Jane: With All the Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough:

For Jane: With All the Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough:

I pick up the skirt,

I pick up the sparkling beads

in black,

this thing that moved once

around flesh,

and I call God a liar,

I say anything that moved

like that

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2 Flies

2 Flies

The flies are angry bits of life;

why are they so angry?

it seems they want more,

it seems almost as if they

are angry

that they are flies;

it is not my fault;

I sit in the room

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Hemingway Never Did This

Hemingway Never Did This

I read that he lost a suitcase full of manuscripts on a

train and that they never were recovered.

I can't match the agony of this

but the other night I wrote a 3-page poem

upon this computer

and through my lack of diligence and

practice

and by playing around with commands

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