I don't want to be singled
-out again. all hours of
the night again.
In the rain-
standing out
standing out in the rain-
standing out
like a sore
like a thumb
like a sore thumb.
In the hail
like a sore thumb in the hail
It's hailing now and I'll be
hailing a hitchhike back to misery
-inevitably.
I don't want to fall
no not after that difficult haul,
And I don't want to fall down again
like an upright domino always
knocking over others around me.
We'll see.
Maybe I could,
no,
Maybe I could stand alone,
but no,
Before long a swift breeze will hit me
-inevitably.
Tickle your toes. . .
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Today I was interviewed for Poets United small stone: July 13th so many things for granted, taken: two kinds of silverware.
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there ain't no other place like you to roam. where I dug in my heels and said "No, I won't come home!" Dancing in the warb...
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motionless sap. ogling your shadow, you have much thinking to do. has the potassium kicked you in the arse yet-and got you going? you a...
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RICK: Hey Rick? DICK: Yea, Dick? RICK: See that sky roll on by? (points) DICK: ...Oh, my... RICK: Don't i-t'almost makes yer wanner.... -
at the carnival again- they promised me a ride- walking by the Ferris wheel I see the pile of lost limbs paid for such an "economical...
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Life is moving too quickly for thesaurus thumbing and all of my great ideas are on torn loose leaf again, and all of my musings are now give...
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Another Indian woman living on our block has hair swept back and braided has jeweled toes, is in all yellow traditional regalia, and walks w...
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Under a blanket it was at high altitudes in love or nauseous? I once held his hand his touch was so soothing-but with a lion's face. and...
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hunger is sometimes preferable to loneliness. a stomach will twist- but hands become dirty and heavy when full of coins.
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July 12th My love's hands and eyes so full of surprise! he sees nothing wrong with giving me a synthetic strawberry.
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