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the peak of my literary career
as a boy i collected similes or things like them sorted roadside trash by first consonant put couplets of poetry on my bike spokes like playing cards no one understood or knew where i was going but i was on the local news once on my bike jumping 15 trash cans for national poetry month
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All Ireland.
sky turning dark with sports all gone over; the football and hurling put away for a year, a final show of the end of summer and decline to slow october. all of us decked for the matches, singing the songs and very drunk, all blue like tiny flowers celebrating oncoming frost.
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African cattle.
driving toward home and late after work; shunting over motorways like logs upon a river and we plunge forward, up against pilings of light. ahead, hills shine with breaklights like campfires or fake gold necklaces fallen from an overstuffed box. night falls; it falls before closing and everyone around goes forward past office hours. african…
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Nickel, Unformed
A blue square, a house to live in against a yellow smear of sun how ugly it all seems to me now this safety, the facade of big hands tongues thickly budded with cysts full of lost ambition, a frozen lens of reason, bulky and transparent in their loving if unmerciful gods. No, I will…
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Ruined Pears
“and then be reckless, be reckless, and resolved in returning gratitude.” Gertrude Stein There is a cool cup in my hand held out to you a patent of pears and of ripe, green forgiveness which I must only hope you will drink down, a down comforter for all the sleep that I have cost…
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Sugar Rations
Why would you ration out your love as though it were rare packets of sugar in wartime, brown paper squares wrapped in string, passing hands with paucity and a whisper or glance, stored safely in a cellar by a large brass key, rather than a fresh stream cascading down the mountainside in little pools and…
