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  1. (a dark night listening to Fleetwood Mac)

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Imported Poems)
    Me my
    Four candles &
    Rumours
    Me my
    Four
    Tears
    Six
    Years
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  2. Express Mail

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Imported Poems)
    If I had your Address I'd
    Send it to
    You

    So you
    Could reunite
    Rewrite the
    World
    Explore

    That long forgotten
    Vault, that
    Catacomb-forever-sealed
    Discover what -
    What!
    Blighted distortion maimed
    You so?
    Long ago
    That you
    Portray
    Such equanimity,
    As if
    The return of a
    Murdered
    Child would
    Bring only ...
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  3. recovering

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Imported Poems)
    they were a
    quiet fifteen years
    if you listen quietly you can almost
    hear them hear her
    heart murmur
    she's 28 she's lost
    her way used to sing
    her heart out
    now she just vomits it
    knows every public place
    in this city
    wishes she smoked
    or drank
    did anything 'sides
    eat
    she knows how to repair garbage
    disposals clogged
    drains but
    not her life
    she pulls ...
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  4. Help, Please. Please...

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Imported Poems)
    i want you to help me
    find
    this
    tear
    lost in
    that ocean
    near that
    bridge the
    one he last / i
    cried when
    we dressed
    up for the
    band and looked
    like oscar winners
    the night he
    sang to me
    held me
    close and his
    warm breath
    low in my ear
    was a newly wrapped
    box of chocolates
    and we were ten again
    i want the tear
    ...
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  5. hands and memories

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Imported Poems)
    Friends burn.
    I am at my best friend's apartment,
    I am exposed.

    There is money flying straight out the walls -
    In the chink between bricks and window,
    Her oil heat is warming the icicles on the trees outside.
    There are memories flying out of the walls,
    Mortar-covered hands reaching for me:
    Hands that have reached out for me
    For over
    2 centuries
    Brick by brick; in South Philly
    These hands built ...
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