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My sins belong to me, just me

I can't begin to tell you how much it hurts that we don't talk at all anymore. It hurts running into you at the supermarket, you and your baby, Christina running errands somewhere else, maybe on Mars; you smile at me like that comes easy; I shake off a ten-year-old paranoia for three full minutes. It's exhausting. It's Jesus dying on the cross. It works but it takes everything. Thick fat fatigue, regret.

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I'll never find any love in the shark's mouth

I'll never find any love in this shark's mouth Teeth like Rolls-Royce behemoths, God save me Grant me the strength to recognize how stupid I've been this whole time / No, Gwen Stefani won't save me / Madonna won't save me / I dreamed about you and me last night, we were arranged in a pieta tableau; nothing makes any sense; life is chewing rocks, sucking back sand for you & me / Morphine is a girl's name?

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There is so much pain in this dislocation

Misinterpreted poetry, translations of plays and long novels; I'm bewildered by how strange and quiet the city's been; I'm spiteful all over, aging bones crackle & pop in this skin: there is so much pain in this dislocation; I'm a coward, an animal neutered, tagged, gone / power lines receding into valleys, a drowned & ponderous Spring

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Drag You To The End Machine

They drag you out to the end machine. The sky a timid blue, ageless. Life as a picture of shadows. Your own

concrete worries are made out to be an intransigent blur; I cover up my own eyes, I cope in tides. Tell me, when

was the last time you recognized the world?

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In Dreams, In Waking Nightmares

Across the street from an old angelic delicatessen. You've made

something of your life, in fits & starts a rocket ship catching fire on reentry.

There are no comebacks, idols, plywood coffins, one-horse towns anymore. Leave everything where it is. Catch the sun

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With Tongue

Today I'm celebrating another dead end day; a life going nowhere. I'm happy to be buried here underground with all the worms and bones & bits of rock & shit; I'm completely & entirely un-cynical. Cynicism is sliced bread, I don't need it. I still dream about you, these dreams fly through me like little blood-red sparrows shooting through the tree outside the office. Like bullets through an antique set of dictionaries found in somebody's

cold, existential New England basement.

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Poem To A Friend

There's something astoundingly tender in how you deny your own softness, it's okay, I get it; there are holes in the sky again, it's another lab-grown season, hard to love but twice as necessary to do so, in light shows and total ambient darkness. You're worth keeping. I'm hitting everything in the house, just trying to make it out alive. I know how this sounds; it isn't your problem; you are careful, patient, quiet, and lovely.

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America 2024 - After Allen Ginsberg

America, you didn't need to murder the Rosenbergs; America, the world is a mouth, all its old teeth knocked out, replaced by bomb-fillings, all sizes.

America, I know you're not Satan, but then why act like it? America, I keep giving and giving, and now that I'm nothing, it's too late to stop. America, you had it in you, once.

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Names Carried (Could Anybody Have Depended On?)

Can't get my mind restarted, I'm in heaven. Wrapped in electric lights on thin strings. Carry me out to my Viking funeral, say something pretty even if it's a lie, then set the whole barge on fire. Man turned star. The International Space Station will send out vain reports, describing a big bright fire off the coast of Switzerland. It could've been so great. I love you.

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Windshield Wiper Click Tongue Agenda

I'm cold and everything's distant. Was I kind enough to you? To everybody else? I don't know if I tried enough. I'm throwing towels into water every day. My weeks are long, dull years. The traffic patterns on your arms and legs (you're self-conscious about not having shaved them, I tell you it doesn't matter) are polemic majesties.

This was several years ago. I'm so cold today. Everything is too distant; I'm several inches off the ground. My cat yawns big & stretches. I feel like throwing up, crying, leaving. It's supposed to snow tonight.

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Melt Me In Freezer Aisles

Can't help feeling like a tourist and I can't help asking questions. The guy at the drugstore counter wants me to leave; I want to finish my story. Does this come from a gentle place? Am I awake enough to see how disinterested he is?

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Electric Car Bill

You're gunning the accelerator, I'm shooting words out of my mouth, ones I don't typically use, so what is this? I daydream suddenly about bailing hard, opening my door and going for the road, the gravel & glass, dead humidity; winter's coming.

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Night Windows Caught Birdsong

I remember waking up in the middle of the night with a terrible panic, the room was too dark to spin, I couldn't find the light switch or catch my breath. I wrote a couple of poems waiting for the sun, I think they must have been about the dream I couldn't remember having. I opened one of my night windows, caught birdsong.

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I DIDN'T COUNT ON BEING

You deactivated your email address You had your old house demolished It finally snowed where I live I've been thinking about all the little ways we give ourselves away

Casual self-betrayal Sucking on plastic, metal, chrome

You might as well be on the moon or someplace insane, like Michigan

You're in me forever

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SILVERLININGSJENNY

Sing me that song you like about broken glass, the backseat of your car is a humane

mousetrap; I've given up cigarettes to be around your uncle who is also your makeshift

father; dead springs & parents & magazine cutouts & a wall covered in album sleeves, please mummify me in your dusk, in

photo booths & metro stalls

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simultaneous release

Another headlight crushed outward There's plastic and glass & the smell of hot metal; when did the sky decide to show this hard? this much? I'm covering for about eleven other crazy people; flashlight in my sunk eyes - red confusion mixed with blue evangelical allegory; he pulls on my hair, I feel 53 years old

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Poem for Kim

No unholy sex in gas station bathrooms We were buried in Pennsylvania mountains The sunsets were gorgeous but we were both covered in unfashionable blood I suggested we live like the cannibals do You were cross-eyed and crossfaded anyway The car wouldn't start without a fight and prayer; I had to tie your shoes for a month, you hit a nerve during a leg-shot, curse every needle in the universe; eventually you were able to walk on your own.