mr chevy banshee plumber

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to begin luck, one must grab at one's innards,
lay to rest his heavy eyelids;
after sleep, break an empty cup,
sing a sonnet through the swollen tongue.
was it half empty? half full with something?

apologize for the disease you have given me.
right now. sewn shut, oxidized, ashy.
sleek legs, lips secrete their handicaps, fingerprints,
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The wet trees sway their memorized dance,
raindrops stare through the fiery mist.
 I question the fog on love and loss.
fall brings the orange and brown and red.
Maybe this is why im writing now.

Like the time when I lived in utah snow.
we drove thru the blackness everyday.
how we marveled at the diamond surprise!
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i am the perfect concubine.
soul has been sadly drained.
large sea with its hunger hands
wisdom knows much more than me.

i keep putting in the lazy grass.
i am entwined in radish green
hung ineptly from obese leaf;
moonshine drink and caressing a drunk
keys grossly to the frontal lobe.

humor takes my hand unwaveringly,
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How do I love thee?
Not at all, bee.

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no matter how terrible things may get...
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Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right.

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but it is poor me why me oh me boring
the same old worn out blah blah story,
there is no good explanation at all...

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