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Monday, January 3, 2011

You and she


You and she stand, and we all dance.
Oh me! I see always,
I approach, and the others stand.
I hear them and us, and they, being eerie,
Sing our differences, imagine absurd and visual music. 
I'm aging as you dance with us all,

Muses, I see,
To model a kid's silhouette.
Stand pressure, then be young, beyond.
Stop the solution, share, give language away.

Seal your deal, our grand bitter life.
Go to our grand bed alive.
Learn fellow, isn't your Mom around?

Always chisel freedom. In all ways she's fed up.
Aridity means an enormous break,
I cannot begin.




5/18/06 with Brooklyn Suicide, 42, 43, 44


The Muse Poems:

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10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18
19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36
37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45
46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54
55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63
64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72
73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81

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