last night i read through books of poetry

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poetic diction sweet
like the warm hands
of the night

oh
how she plants in me
her breath

how i awake
in careful
cadences

i think i could make
a thousand lines
of poetry

if i could get
my fingers free

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a poem about
waking up

swinging my feet aboard the floor
no, fitting them into the pinions
of these weary rails

hank on
the alarm clock radio

click it off
before the lonesome
whistle blows

sometimes you want to be alone
with your simple victory
sometimes you never want to speak again

these things
are so untrue

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at breakfast

the sunlight
slanting across the dirty table
kid's rice krispies

each clutching monolithic
to its place
some alien planetscape

quick
before i go

how much i love
to kiss each face

4
crossing the overpass

do you ever
imagine

as you cross
that you are down
crossing that road?

do you ever wonder

what would the impact be like?

or would we just
miss?

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going by a new construction
recently sodded

i think of the man

resting upon the sabbath

his home, his perfect palace
this alien plantescape

oh, he thinks
all the work it takes
to build a paradise

he rested...it is good...upon
the sabbath...to build
paradise...does he know...where

his children are?

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an hour into work

i wonder
briefly

these things

trailing
away

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last night
i read through
books
of poetry