Jonathan Ballam Biography

Peter piper picked a pair of pristine pens
From the local bookstore.
They were blank
Silver coated Cronin chrome, with two small golden knobs on the end
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It must
be in the dream
I had.
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the dry drain
burn-soaked tears cripple me
the pain smudges the purple night
moans thrum in me
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Out on the lake I sit, the
grass is emerald, and the
lips of the leaves are green.
Alone, the birds talk like lovers,
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2 swans floated
on 1 black: 1 white – I
never knew – a calm
lake?
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