Oh sharp diamond, my mother!
I could not count the cost
of all your faces, your moods-
that present that I lost.
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Wait Mister. Which way is home?
They turned the light out
and the dark is moving in the corner.
There are no sign posts in this room,
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Oh, love, why do we argue like this?
I am tired of all your pious talk.
Also, I am tired of all the dead.
They refuse to listen,
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Loving me with my shoes off
means loving my long brown legs,
sweet dears, as good as spoons;
and my feet, those two children
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You said the anger would come back
just as the love did.
I have a black look I do not
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You are the roast beef I have purchased
and I stuff you with my very own onion.
You are a boat I have rented by the hour
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Father, this year's jinx rides us apart
where you followed our mother to her cold slumber;
a second shock boiling its stone to your heart,
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Who is he?
A railroad track toward hell?
Breaking like a stick of furniture?
The hope that suddenly overflows the cesspool?
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My mouth blooms like a cut.
I've been wronged all year, tedious
nights, nothing but rough elbows in them
and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby
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Earth, earth,
riding your merry-go-round
toward extinction,
right to the roots,
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