Ron Winkler Biography

the olivemongers denied haggling over universes.

then the oranges nominated themselves.

with that they merely concealed a bitter youth.
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silver plates were the bridle
of Sunday, out of the kitchen came
steaming entrées, out of love
napkins, nothing was as near to us
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my parents frequently flipped open
the book of quiet conflict. usually
in such a case I'd go walk one of
my childhood's three dogs.
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it all came down to the Samaritans of the nights that wanted to donate red sky
to the days. down to the ones who lay down to sleep covered in powdered asphalt.
down to Andromeda children, to the constabulary of henna-colored ladies,
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for Tom Schulz

say over, say under, say city, say what
you've seen, say the silvered, mirror-glassed taxis,
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