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Whenever I have a day off, I write a new poem. Does this mean you shouldn’t work, or that you
write best on your day off? For example, this is the poem I wrote today. -
Listen to each word, a world in orbit; each phrase, a nova; essay the beach, each grain of sand a poem
do not sit idle, your paths stream before you. bank the raging fires and light laurel branches against the cold -
Time builds its twelve tones between round & ruined.
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I am the carnivore
the hounded night walker
searching for my wings scattered under glass -
Those aren’t birds you hear, just their corresponding holes in the sky.
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even in heaven they don’t sing all the time
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because you called I’m here
because I haven’t a phone I’m here
let us start over & wake
rifles like we used to. -
But when a word written
in the margin on a page on the wall
helps to assuage the pain of the tortured,
literature makes sense.
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