Sonny Rainshine Poems

From what do you wish to be saved:
from yourself, from wickedness,
from mediocrity, sickness,
from being deprived, or depraved?
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He always coughed before he ran.
She often thought of the sound a car makes
just before ignition, which also
coughs before it runs.
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No tree bears all varieties of fruits:
not apple trees or peaches,
and not the tree of knowledge,
and all the things it teaches.
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Cassandras multiply in winter.

“You just wait. This year’ll be
the coldest,
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Violetta, accompanied by her vintage viola,
and with vocal vivacity, sang of violets and violent vendettas,
victorious viceroys and virtuous virgins.
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I’m told that wolf packs
are rigidly hierarchical.
Each member
knows its station
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A sinuous black worm,
the funeral procession
of black limousines crawls
toward the cemetary.
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The black of the panther
is so intensely black
that in openings in the jungle
their forms stand out, instead of blending
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No need for you clanking old sycamores
to shake your death rattle at me,
Wild goose from Manitoba,
precise in your perfect V:
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He dreamt that night
that without warning
the earth’s magnetic pull
let go, as a boy
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