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Laughing Maid

TO BE AN ANGEL...

Some Women/Some Woman

The Knowledge...

Time Does Not Recognize Me



I'm A Slug

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

I Long For Stars

And Even Stars Die

Crowded Out

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

All Beings Considered

Storms

what makes a monster (sympathy for the monster)

Max on the max

why We celebrate the losers

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

The Times Have Come Back Of Great Want And Lack, This Is The New Great Depression

The Light Goes On In The Attic (WeAll Have Addictons)

Little Water Bug ( learning the lesson of true pain)

Hope You Enjoyed The Eclipse While It Lasted

Written For My Father Who Isn't Here To Know

I Feel Fine(r)

And With Words I Let Them Go

Used to Think I Could Fix Them.

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

Boy Restored

Life's A Candle

Malla Batsick

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Storms



they have been watered
and grown in water
my words
fueled with storms
and fury
packing the force
of F5 tornadoes
or category five hurricanes

here is the only place
you may have seen them

my storms
the ones that began flitting across my face
demonstrations of the cataclysms
within
and, too, often little earthquakes
betraying someone underneath

I've been an ocean
disturbed by the tides of others moons
yet, no more

the moon and I are friends now
the night no longer invades
storm do not possess the power to antagonize

I listen to instead
silence
and crickets
the passing of the minute hand on the clock

my words and I are one

the ships in my head have docked
the winds have miraculously be-calmed themselves
God is in the Heavens
the Sandman
I have recognized and welcomed

everything is circular

November 2, 2017 2:27PM PST
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