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around here
a black L, stripes of space and a metal husband and wife bickering. a naked man writing poems, 31 years old. small goods and small obstacles and William Carlos Williams. he drinks a glass of water. i crave scotch.
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up in the air
ever dreaming of elsewhere. my head is a hot air balloon. the world is too small. who can say what a poem comes to be? on the roof, nearly a year since we’ve separated, i see your long blonde hair and the way it frames your snaggletooth laugh. i shake my hair in the LA…
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olive garden
red wine in a short glass like uncle Ted.i stand in the going sun and dream againof Italy. ah, ah! it will never be the same.