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THE AMATEURS

The Amateurs Two sportsmen were approaching, followed by a three, a five, a six This band of amateurs coming after me to carry me home on sweat-soaked shoulders, shirts cotton, buttoned down Hooped, green-yellow; striped red-white, fearsome sightOn cold community … Continue reading

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BOXER

    BOXER . . Boxer, can you see through bloodied vision?this conflict born from all of Adam’s sonssubterfuge meets necessity in life’s arena He stands alone who thinks alone homelesswho battles indecision and oppressionor who stands for his own … Continue reading

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A VIEW BY THE SEA

A View By The Sea . .. The dead die young Ernest Albert Bett your concrete grave is a trough with no pigs yet in it just convolvulus and ivy I stepped across your withered torso the silence of the … Continue reading

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THE AMATEUR

The Amateur .. . EDITION ONE .. . The amateur who carries a nickel flask       stumbles cold around up on prospector hill always less dangerous than the fanatic      who stands manacled to his redoubted past … Continue reading

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LAY DOWN MY SWEET CHILE!

I have a pile of hats in the corner of our room .. I lie alone in the muddy field I lie upon my back .. On my back I watch the sky The birds, the planes, the clouds bring … Continue reading

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LEARNING TO GRIEVE .. .

LEARNING TO GRIEVE .. . And I upon my kneesadvancing stealthilyhaving miles to travelbackward in my mindor then forward among those signpoststhat become gravestonesI glance across my shoulderwonder am I doing it ?a priests waythe correct waythe way that he … Continue reading

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GUILT O’GUILTY – HERE TAKE MY HANDS, MY TEETH, MY VOICE! …

Guilt O’ guilty ~ here take my hands, my teeth, my voice! …   In Memory of Jesse Washington (1897 – 1916) I am crawling on my kneesrolling in the dust and the cinder ashesof this tragedy, coals to my … Continue reading

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