At first love makes you blind,
But in the end it teaches you to see.
What is the meaning of love?
It will not be what you expected.
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Devil may care
What seals my fate.
What others would share
The Devil may take.
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we came home on the dark side of town
we came home to a deserted rubble of half forgotten memories, children’s toys, fenced yards grown heavy with weeds, and a cold wind blowing
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Allen Ginsberg called me long distance from New York..
It woke me from a sound sleep. Groggily I put
the receiver to my ear.
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Distances.
The L.A. poetry scene is
all about distances.
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In the garden,
I saw you.
You were more beautiful by far.
And I walked with you
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In your eyes
you are yet
forgetful of
your true estate.
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on our way to the city
we encountered the remains of other travelers
whose journeys once traversed our same terrain
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