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In a Crowd of Clowns
Dead artists & counterfeit idealists Travel same paths I’ve once roamed. To judge, to assert, as one were God— Step off of your high-founded throne.
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High Heat Sunday
Turning day to night as a light switch in a room had shadows evaporating into themselves, outlines seen were hot and sticky for the summer humidity and sharp shine. A black car sheen stood burning in...
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Poetry Critics
Critics of today couldn’t take away the feeling of the act. No matter how hard they try, no matter the American sentimentalism. Or, the labels tossed around as exactly absolute. No matter what...
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City Vantage
In varied ways The city’s buildings stand; Tall as they are, up with birds And clouds, Holding those lives Seething, going, and watching There inside. Mazes put up for institutions, Humans go about...
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College Park in the Past
Shades of the trees toward western skies rest a cool shadow on a once brilliant face, where the lacquer for paint had peeled. Smack of fuzzed tennis balls hurled in the wind, zipping with bugs in a St....
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gnats in the wine
chewing it over—for what it’s worth; last night’s me in southeast, and the now going—nothing if not present, on along como. proof in breath, change the set. focus, and then content with content. the...
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Last Night Allegory (Smoke Rising Over The Hennepin Avenue Bridge)
One time bold people walked cold paths under hollow skies. Last night was nice, even with the weather.
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The Groundhog Day Blizzard
was stuck inside an office checking local news for hourly traffic reports and telling the folks to go home hopefully before five. It was natural driving a truck, and where does one exert so much energy...
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Skyscrapers and spires in the cool of night, downtown & away, in the darkened light. And we do what it is to make such sight burn, we open eyes on what makes the soul yearn.
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ratings (unsolicited writers)
and the tumescence of our local bards, hatred for love handles’ burn, a lost day on some river in the sun, what could be worse? i imagine a world where we all do the same thing very well, and together,...
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