| 12/31/2006
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eggnog spiked with rum drinking alone and writing hope for the hungry |
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| 12/30/2006
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he fixes breakfast brings it to her in bed slowly cuts and feeds |
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| 12/29/2006
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we aren't supposed to we're supposed to be cool, hip isolationists |
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| 12/28/2006
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a date with The Man time to iron the old suit watch the Ps and Qs |
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| 12/27/2006
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it is known you hate and I am not good enough so why must I care |
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| 12/26/2006
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uniform, weapon handcuffs, flashlight, duty belt community cop |
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| 12/22/2006
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Haiku Nurse is gone for the holidays.
Poetry resumes Tuesday, December 26th. |
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folds square of paper thus and over again thus cuts into flowers |
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| 12/21/2006
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certain he forgot he wakes up and stumbles out to see he hadn't |
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| 12/20/2006
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giggling teenager goaded by her friends to dance shies at the camera |
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| 12/19/2006
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rodents rustle leaves trees shimmy, dance The Charleston silence is noisy |
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| 12/18/2006
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cream and butterscotch like a cool summer sunrise; scarf about her neck |
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| 12/17/2006
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limp against my chest size of a sack of sugar warm and sleeping child |
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| 12/16/2006
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the meaning of life is self explanatory Vasco de Gama |
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| 12/15/2006
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a languid sunrise struggles through heavy rain clouds lovely day today |
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| 12/14/2006
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collar up, hat down he dreads more Oregon rain sees gray sky for miles |
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| 12/13/2006
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Wind rattles the glass i worry the frame will bust invite winter in |
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| 12/12/2006
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a predentata herbivorous dinosaur stomping through your dreams |
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| 12/11/2006
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tell me what to do tell me what I need to say every thing perfect |
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| 12/10/2006
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slink to bed and die what's the point in sunrise darkness of the mind |
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| 12/09/2006
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this is of the white to live as a white person that I can compare |
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| 12/08/2006
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pornographic slide light spurts through onto the screen audience of one |
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| 12/07/2006
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Productivity labor day into the night to find higher truth |
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| 12/06/2006
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page after page he finds that he is lost inside wikipedia |
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| 12/05/2006
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constructive options outside of sleeping til noon include making love |
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| 12/04/2006
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In a deeper grave I sleep and in sleeping die Pull the blankets tight |
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| 12/03/2006
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candles in the tree silver and gold Christmas lights champagne holiday |
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| 12/02/2006
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sweet desperation quiet, destructive self talk muddled in the mind |
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| 12/01/2006
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garland for my crown laurel wreath atop my head I stand, lonely clown |
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