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    tangential fall, a poem

    tangential fall
    Squirrelly lines
    that would have told a story
    but got lost
    somewhere along the way,
    tangled
    in someone else’s
    loose ends.

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      villein, a poem

      villein
      Comfortable inside a pleasant garden
      bristling
      at the wrongs done to me
      yesterday.

      I’ve set up
      thick walls with a bossy surface
      that repels the very notion
      of hospitality;
      get it –
      stay away from me.

      It’s my neighbors again
      as the shadows begin to descend
      up to old tricks,
      windows open to the moonlight
      leaving me
      with glimpses of sparkling chandeliers,
      ceilings painted in decadent colors;
      I don’t know what they do in there
      but I’ve had visions
      of great balls,
      unmentionable games,
      love making –
      in brilliant rooms
      I’ll never see.

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        traffic obstruction, a poem

        traffic obstruction
        Bumped by pedestrians
        honked at by cars
        rammed by baby carriages
        and delivery carts.

        You curse at me,
        I curse at you,
        then we wave our hands
        and move on.

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          nihil nimis, a poem

          nihil nimis
          Dry in speech,
          frugal,
          pessimistic,
          queer perhaps,
          but disabused.

          I hide my private life
          like a miser;
          I make my consumption
          not conspicuous.

          I govern outward display
          by putting my austerity on the line,
          simplicity,
          economy of effect,
          a sparse world prevails.

          No, ma’am, I tell her,
          you already gave me alms today
          and I’ll beg
          but only so much.

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            Love: stratified and strained ii, a poem

            love stratified and strained ii
            Is it the necessity
            of a more precise definition
            or
            is it the possibility
            of a more precise definition?

            Thinkers bend
            all their powers
            to the task of expressing
            a half-intuitive dichotomy.

            Yet I knew you loved me from the beginning;
            all the knots you tied yourself up in
            were merely a means
            of telling yourself
            otherwise.

            Perception starts
            with imagination
            but what you saw in me
            was real
            before you lost it
            to the ghost.

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              love: stratified and strained, a poem

              love stratified and strained
              Draw attention to specific basic terms
              while avoiding both
              their strict and novel connotations;
              grant the exact significance
              you attach to the term
              but be careful
              to make it less clear;
              choose the distinction between
              being and becoming,
              action and actuality,
              fundamental and diffused,
              yes and no and maybe.

              Out of the results
              you will in fact obtain
              that single atom of clarity;
              cover it up carefully
              leaving it beyond her grasp –
              that abstract feeling,
              distinct and certain
              which you are too afraid to tell her;
              the one that would have saved you
              on those lonely nights
              when your heart beats alone
              and all you can hear
              are the fading echoes
              of the empty words
              you choose to hide behind.

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                pause, a poem

                pause
                A butterfly lands on a rose
                and rests itself gently,
                rainbow wings that enfold all the world
                drip into your dreams.

                You move toward the light
                but too slowly
                so that time freezes
                and leaves your there
                in front of that butterfly
                forever
                and a day or two more.

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                  nobody comes here anymore

                  nobody comes here anymore
                  A massive vaulted hall
                  full of marble golems
                  murmuring in gravelly voices;
                  stone sliding against stone
                  echoing off the walls;
                  an off-key song
                  to some forgotten god
                  of long, long ago.

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                    bring me a dowry, a poem

                    bring me a dowery
                    Give me all that you’ve got
                    down the last copper
                    and even what’s left over
                    pile it all out front
                    and then burn it all away
                    until the flaming fingers
                    catch the rosy dawn;
                    only then will I take you
                    and only then
                    will you be sure.

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