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Apr.20.2013
Isn’t she rather aging  Around the eyes See crows feet And dandruff on the cuff of her collar Miss Aldar reaching past 40 Gaining weight in the rump, above the pelvis She’s I like her She wasn’t here this morning The principal called her house No one answered They got a hold of the neighbor...
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Apr.15.2013
In the murk atmosphere  A shore casts an ink line across the page Swells amplitude upscale toward you In inner deep emotion not told amongst fellas’ Canaries die in caves Moments sent back A plenty dozen of pictures Plop onto the surface onto the surface -your rich surface Black and Heavy...
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Apr.15.2013
"Who am I,"  You ask.   I would say that I am a lot like Bugs Bunny.   Ending up in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people.   That's who I am. So let me tell you something about myself.  I am a 34 year old women, with bi polar.  Being Bugs Bunny is...
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Apr.11.2013
The drinking is lousy Getting slower The growling of empty and shallow humping Dry humping the bed Gain no pleasure The nurse she counts my nerves on the meter And dripping from a bag Liquide morphine Still can’t relax Can’t move a muscle She’s in my mind Her rump behind In stripes White rubber...
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Apr.05.2013
Pin
The fallow wind fall The Pity Pin fall Crouching curled  9 past 4 Rest No more Hear the blinking charming Hearing the charming bell ringing Hear the ringing clanking Hearing the rust chipping Cradled on the floor Zest pass furlong no more Strange Woman at the door She is I I am she She is He...
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Apr.05.2013
Shan’t be withered The buoyant bastard Licking his lips Muck mouth Yellow nails Blue eyes But blue fades inner inside the scope Stranded from his boat Coins in a pocket 2 nickels a dime Left his bills back with the sauntering bar tender Raining Duffel bag Soppy hat Shitty over coat Grabbing at the...
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Apr.05.2013
Lifting up dust With blowing breath And grabbing at things Things that have been sitting Like stones Of memories Ashes of a dead pet long past passing A dictionary The encyclopedia Rotten rose petals Black On the Mantle The dead Mantle Where things let go Have let long sat Funny no pictures Mother...
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Apr.05.2013
Swiftly drowning  Swiftly fasting Swift fantasy Drowning  Fantastic  Waistfuly met the floor Under ground the level you stand Soft  Swiftly Drowning  ~kjr
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Mar.30.2013
The point of the roof Is where John Jumped off They live on a cliff So it was a very Far fall
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Mar.30.2013
I would just like to say to my readers, thank you.  I am working on a book of poetry now, It will Be full of unposted, unseen fresh poems.  I am not yet sure the due date, But I am working on maybe a year from now, so I hope you stick around.  Thanks.
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Mar.30.2013
gut
In the gut Pressed in the gut Stains on the teeth Liquid in the gut Pushed in the gut About splendid boost of spine crack Hot jaw click in the ear Responding none gathering fate
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Mar.30.2013
The second nearest you The second Nearest the point The point of lecture Turning down volumes of yesterdays tether Arrange displace bounce inline forgotten space Of memory Don’t play on memory Aggress the German Shepard  And sit on glory Sought feat acres of ankles Ill read ...
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Mar.30.2013
I don’t know if I can ever dream a dream as lonely as being in space With Shapes That morph Speckles of static Neon rainbow bright No Gravity Like In Womb I was a child Dreaming
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Mar.29.2013
Limit yourself to habitat  And breathe in sap Acquire posture Limp relax Anoint disclosure Shut in Speak to 2 and 3 Pass B and C Pass by the park of nature In a fist left open Refrained occupation  Sustaining in foreign land Substance subsides Manifest Population Regulation Eating thick...
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Mar.29.2013
Forcing rhythm  Am I In vanishing point I am decompressing Lonely Sober Trenching Albatross oily mino empty Hasty attitude  Voices galloping  Instruments noisy Am I reaching altitude Running Square Nervous Stoned In retreat Stepping on glass Am I reaching bottom level Laying Flat...
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