6:66 a.m.
Igot up at 6:66 in the morning,
6 minutes after the alarm,
I put on my mostdespondent skin,
Thousand-mile eyes and no pulse,
That's the state I'malways in.
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Beautiful in Tie-Dyed Pink
Thursdayafternoon, 3:30,
already in my oversized
faded purple pajama shirt,
andplaid aquamarine and yellow
flannel pants.
It's 1993,
the TV isturned on to
channel 38 - MTV.
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Broken
angerheating
betrayal brimming
with a taste of
jealousy threatening
toexplode
friendship now cold
harsh and unforgiving
silent tearsturn
to stone
resting unnoticed on
the ivory surface
of an innocentcheek
silently changing
blameless childhood
into ...
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Fire
Theflame of a fire dances freely;
Frolicking in all directions,
Reaching forthe sky,
But cursed to the wick of its candle.
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Heralded Earth
Iseek the red of evening
The silky scarlet pillows rolled
The brush soakedin cumulous
Painting fire's gilded gold.
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It’s Like Singing In The Shower
Anxiety.
Trembling hands fumble the
microphone.
Just pretend everyone is naked, they
say.
Step into a sprinkle
of
shouts,
cheers shower
as multicolored halogen
spotlights splash
on the faces of the band.
The cotton
throat is quenched:
One,Two, Three, Four.
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Leaving
Blowingdust off the past
Reveals a familiar setting.
Bringing back immenseemotions,
I travel back
To corners of my mind
That continue to gathercobwebs.
Places not wanting to be disturbed,
But craving attention.
Istare, eyes completely fixed.
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Purple Mirage
Ihold in my hand
a GI Joe
American hero
he don't care about
two-cargarages
don't care about
electric massages
about purple mirages
justabout
what it is
that the Sgt.
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Roach Injustice
LastWednesday I killed a roach with my bare knuckles
I didn't know what else I wassupposed to do
That thing was just parading around my feet,
waiting to befed by fallen crumbs of muffin
Oh how gruesome, how much I wanted to heave atthat
ugly brown creature that stood so ...
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Sawdust
I'dsmell it when my parents
Brought me from ballet lessons,
That warm, burntsmell of sweat, love
Hard work, devotion and a small trace
Of pine needlesinterlaced with the aroma
Of bacon and eggs
on those early Sundaymornings,
Amidst the sounds of scratchy old tunes.
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Spectrum
Isaw red once.
It was early and cloudy
but there was that one break in theclouds
that you knew the sun
would find sooner or later.
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That Push
(AfterJoyce Carol Oates)
That push I gave you
never meant to hurt.
Youfound yourself
wanting to stop and
quit, but I pushed you harder.
Evenafter you said
you would try.
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then, while I slept
my brain
swirled around in my head like
cigarettesmoke
and then dissolved
my thoughts
pulled the cover up over theirheads
and tried to fall back to sleep
i lay staring at the air
my eyesare two
wide oceans
folding in ...
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Through My Father’s Eyes
Aglass of depression,
chilled with ice made
of addiction. Twenty
yearswasted loving
a liquid more then myself,
or family.
And it willstop
only when I do.
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Youwere never Casanova,
But that never bothered you,
And that's what remindsme most of kissing in the rain.
And I've got soaking-wet hair above myshoulders
To prove I was there - and I got my souvenir.
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The sparks were flowing through the air of an
Italian restaurant. The place wasfilled with an
Aroma that made me shiver. You
Always found a way tosurprise me. Just thinking about the day
Reminds me of you.
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Theslope of this equation
is the long stretch of sand
at sunset
whereorange light
catches
my shadow
and pulls it out along the silk
ofthis smooth beach
the rise over run
of these tasteless numbers
X overY
where our shadows meet and cross
a black x on the ...
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Spring brings out her baseball bat,swings it
through the air
Pitching bulbs and apple blossoms, throwsthem
where it's bare
Catches dogtooth violets, slides tomeadow
sweet,
Bunts a breeze and tags the trees with green
buds
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Youth
IfI could hold back
the inevitable
and push the
unpredictable out
intothe open ...
If I could swallow
my qualms about fate
and blowbubbles
of spontaneity
from my wand of youth ...
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