The Invisible Man Rides to Tomorrow Land
I slept last night on this slick pavement
Before the bus stop.
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The Woman with whom
Whom with which
I have dwelt for seven years
Packs her things into boxes this week
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If I were a writer, I would learn to tell better lies,
Fictions of self-sacrifice, undying love, body and blood
Condensed and dripped in ink-blue dreams from this pen,
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Waiting to Fall
The edge of a great loneliness stretches gray and green to meet
the black sky. I’ve smelled it on some level
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