1

Fishing is a sport of sorts

for girls in golf shoes

sending signals that go

deflect by wandering flashlight.



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2

We are all musing

inspirations for

one another's

poetic lives.



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3

A Chinese buffet of women

orbit satellites.

I refuse to wear a

nametag for your usage.



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4

Sequestered so no one

reads the morning paper

and taints their

over-hung caches.



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5

Somehow in the fabric

of two stone showers

and a loofa bath,

the ladybug flea has

managed to find

me...and be hungry.



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6

Half-awaiting mortuary

bequeathed estate of books

and looseleaf licks. He

was to pos-thu-mous

a star of me when I

am twinkle gone.



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7

The pizza's brung

rings credit card

with wrong

expiration date.



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8

Snail eats l.i.k.e.

t.h.i.s. so does

"Sin City" download.

Chewing the nailbeds

of a virtual a crush

that a waits.



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9

Don't know who those

children are, but

they are wrecking a

ravage on our hallway

doors. While singing,

all the while, cheering

from the kitchen.



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10

She's your

976-DUCK DUCK

GOOSE. What goose

don't like the duck?



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11

"Wind-blown and wet"

would be a way

to describe me. But

they all see

refreshing/ravashing.



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12

I know that

when I see you,

I will cry. This

will be a meeting

for the first time.



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13

and when we listen to our

records in the basement.

and when the cats come

out their corners to

make our company.



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14

The rain, in welcome of

the summer, makes dense

curtains end the

tunnels passing the

highways over.



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15

Let's read it all like

palindromes, fan-signing

for the masses.



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16

Too many words

confuses him like

notsandnoones inter-spaced.



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17

The crossword is at

its easiest on Mondays,

Tuesdays, Wednesdays,

and sometimes on Thursdays.



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18

Astounding how freckles

of leprocy make Walter,

this little boy Mitty,

of pre-aged senility.

Oh, his stupid, secret life!



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19

The words had run dry

until none of the poems

made sense. I sense

a lull beginning in brain's

quiet hollow.



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20

This is not

an exit. Read the signs.



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21

Eddie talksandtalks

andtalksand talksandtalks

while I'm not listening.

All the while, I am

typing.

12/10/2006

Posted on 12/10/2006
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