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Dear Modifications

You are the following dangerous words: 1. heart 2. love 3. mind 4. beauty and 5. eyes
(I don't consider beauty a failure, but that's just my opinion).
I wanted to save you because you are all so hackneyed;
maybe some of the words that typically surround you, I thought,
could give you some life?
So for example, for eyes, I ( Read more... )

Where's my poetry? ):

                        Post Holes

I have been replacing fence posts this summer-
           not, I think, out of any particular need
           to enclose that which is mine (for indeed
my demesne in this world is quite minor),
nor because good fences make good neighbors (they do,
           but my neighbor is more competent than I),
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Girl Walking Barefoot

Girl walking barefoot over the crematorium lawns in black
I see you like the feel of the covering of the earth
Green over black and damp, I see
You like the thought of the look of yourself in black
Sauntering over the lawns between the blocks
Of numbered roses. The hearses
Ply like birds with mouths to feed, the parties
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Whenever a plane that rumbles through the sky

passes over my position, I imagine it is

flying towards my homeland where I was taken from long ago

by God and born into this location.

Young women that write poetry of wide spaces

do not belong here. For even these lines my soul releases will be interpreted

as some plea for understanding. But it is not ( Read more... )

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When the body
promises itself
and fulfills its promise
desiring with voices
that spill into the garden and stick to the branches
like resin
when the body in its exaltation announces
"In chaos I exist absolutely"
and under the bare light of the bulb
splits in two
so that one half sinks into
the other half
when its word becomes
a ( Read more... )

Draw a line. Write a line. There.
Stay in line, hold the line, a glance
between the lines is fine but don't
turn corners, cross, cut in, go over
or out, between two points of no
return's a line of flight, between
two points of view's a line of vision.
But a line of thought is rarely
straight, an open line's no party
line, however fine your point.
A line ( Read more... )

What path are you following if you always stop before it ends?

You need to walk off the paved road
and fight through the trees.
Lose yourself among the branches
if you ever want to be free.