Jack Galmitz

The horse in the pasture
is muscled that way
its distinction
from the yellowing hay
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he stepped off
the moon right
into my living room
like a lightning bug
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I think the dead are singing
or so I gather from their mouths.
I do not like the boat I'm in-
it has no oars
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So what we have got
is a continual untangling
of not what was said
or meant but something
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Declining male nude
facing the dark night
of the window.
His arm wraps the pillow.
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it could be all the days
that passed or a child's writing
in a notebook over
and over what words no matter
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It's time my sweet friend
to say goodbye. Go now
to the world without depth
where memory and wind time
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Like a prop a foreboding cloud
took aim at the bar on the outskirts of town.
It hung above it as if there was something personal going
on. The town folk who had gathered
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a small song
you come around
you hang on
I love how you get down
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the body
beyond the obvious
smells of gas
decomposing flesh
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When it gets very bright
like a flashbulb going off
in your face at a wedding in the night
old men see the pages of a black book that reproduces
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a subway and a bus ride
and I return to streets
of modest red
brick barrack-like
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In midtown in broad daylight, two mouths were yelling at each other. 'I know what you did, ' said the mouth with red lipstick. 'How could you? ' taunted the mouth with clear lip gloss. 'You're just a mouth. 'I have my ways, ' retorted the wide open mouth with red lipstick.
'I hear things, ' said the mouth with red lipstick. 'You have no ears you idiot, ' said the mouth with clear lip gloss.
'I have informants. They pass information to me through my taste buds. So there, ' shouted the mouth with red lipstick.
As the arguing heated up, the mouth with red lipstick suddenly bit the mouth with clear lip gloss. It drew blood.
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He's gone into the sound and silence
he was so much. Now rain
drops on five stones
in the garden where they were placed
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Whether the cost
is greater
than the gain
is what's decisive.
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When she talks
I hear her
four guitars off
maybe it's a viola
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everything is a symbol to some people.
where the door of the house is in
relationship to the street. whether a shade
would help keep the day cool for the cat.
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My friend on Facebook calls himself Ox.
We've known each other for a few weeks now.
I don't know how long the friendship will last.
People change quickly these days. Not so
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