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And I Smile ( Little Little Bird)


Where The Weird Actually Tried To Turn Pro

the earth is our mother

This Snake

All Of Who I Was

Where The Dead Don't Mind...

Peace Where There Is No Opportunity

What Could a Death Meet-Up Have To Offer?

Someone Send Out A Search Party

I Wish God Had Better Magic

Canis Latrans

What's With The Lead Overshoes?

How Does It, How Do You Matter


Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night

The Hoping

This Is It

The Inner String

For Another Mean New Sun.

Some Children Have Nightmares (tentative title)

Night Train


wandering the rolling hills ...(written for his model)

All The Changing....


Lonesome Love

two out of three people

A Start Again...(I Green-Dreamed Again Last Night)

cat speech

Funny, Not Funny

All You Have To Do Is Breathe....

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some days
words seem like sharp sticks
smacked about
and poked in faces
words used to be more reasonable
and didn't insist
they were the law
or the rule
or the example
or even
the very last word
on the subject
any dang subject
words have changed
or is it the mouths
that speak them
and to whom those
mouths are attached
there seems to be a frail link
to the head
nor consequence attached
we no longer look each other in the eye
but banty words
electronically through the air
and without the stare or look
they often lack
but purvey
malice and pride
some words are better
left inside.

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