Freezing, alone, a girl within herself tends the ground;
Knowing the water does nothing but freeze, till around
The turn of the year, winter gives way to spring again,
Where cold, distant ice sees to mending; flowers begin
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when i used to have to send letters to the editor
from charleville-mezieres,
i used to use stamps with pictures of Louis Pasteur on them.
in the united states, i've been sending out manuscripts,
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i lost my wallet
a few weeks ago,
while i was sitting on the rainwashed
beach, after my truest love
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The white man is born in fire,
That's why he thinks of Heaven.
God is a cold kind of love
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One more bleak spring.
One more of power and agony.
A burning death in every momentary pleasure;
Botched pleasure makes a man immortal.
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there's a phone in another place,
in the room with the computer
in the house i don't live in.
sometimes i put it there,
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Brother, silent one always dancing,
Sending the blonde girls into hysteria,
You chase that color right out of the rainbow.
And, boy, were the noons ever warm.
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The tree that shaded the window at night,
Between the shaking light that told me whether the aliens were coming,
As sometimes I lay on my cot, or stand by the heater;
They cut you down. They cut you down, and took you as wood
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The quick are ever-willing, in short skirts and fake jewelry more real
Than the real thing, to be friendly for the sake of being friendly.
The lively sprite, light-footing through the aisles of tireless demands;
No one here is rich, no one here is important―pointless herd rabble.
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I watched a movie the other day, I
Went across the road and checked the mail,
I ate lunch and breakfast at once,
Under the arm of the fleeting noon:
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