I kissed you
And I touched your hand;
You were
Too precious to understand.
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East coast poet,
If you have fallen, you have fallen
From a heavenly place
To bring enlightenment
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Dripping daisies
From her blue eyes
Of myriad dreams,
She makes me believe
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You despise a lady friend of mine,
You grow animal-like and wild in your eyes
If I speak her name;
If I suggest I might see her some day
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Cold rain
On an autumn morning,
I was alone by railroad tracks;
I smiled and wept
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Unrelenting dark rain
Drenches the downcast heart;
But the days would seem pleasant
And not sorrow-tinged
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I happen to be a terrible driver.
I’m not purposely aggressive
Nor have I ever expressed road rage.
I just happen to be absent-minded
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In Pierian garden shrines,
I will place roses in your hair
And we will sing of amorous joy and poetry,
We will drink a subtle wine.
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The mask of survival is falling off, shivers and shudders,
The blue parade of death is marching,
Cremation celebrations, wives and children
Are cast upon the funeral pyre,
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When Monica saw me sleeping
One day at dawn upon the wet grass,
She asked me, “Isn’t that a peculiar place to sleep? ”
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