stuck on the current
petals as to us
broken off wayside
and grappling with inertia
pausing only briefly
spoken words to the lilt of the wind
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New York
Speaking words of a linear sort
not unlike city and its speak
grappling with foreign idioms
an idea lost in visual translation-
pushed inwards
space shared-
though sounding communicable
needing pre-digestion, deeper immersion
getting to the bottom of this
speak
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Poem for Josephine
stack the block
topple the block
seize the block
throw the block
eat the block-
no, don't eat the block-
hold the block
just hold the block
pack the block
love the block
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A Blue Trolley
broken
particles
littered
countryside
you took the train
and when it
snap
ped
a crumb l i n g disappointment
so venged.
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