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The Gods Must Be
Rain falls into wind,an invisible system
of ways down
into the pure land,where the most astonishing
things are happening for some reason.
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I Wondered
I wondered
as
I crawled
beneath barbed
wire for 300 meters
under
constant
semiautomatic
fire,
if
my
problem
was still going
to bite
at
the end
of all this
quite.
Later,
on a boat,
decked in sunlight,
I gazed at
an approaching
landscape,
topped with
tiny grey
trees
and embedded,
incidentally, with
tiny
toy
houses.
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Mother Else
Outsidering
is cozy if
you like the cold
wind of a riff
inhabiting.
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Screefall
Emdashes bike
a lane for thin-
wheeled vehicles
on Mainly Street
in plashing white.
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Calling It
La Fin du Monde is a beer.
We can walk to Finisterre.
The End of the World is our
favorite modicum.
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Hallowed, Unseen
Where do you creaturesinhabiting the shadows
at night, go
during loud daylight,when traffic dreams of itself?
Can I follow you into hiding?
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The Last Poem
The last poem
of the year
was
too
excited
to appear
in a hawk’s strawy
nest in a grey
V
of dreck
on the metallic
tapestry of Aurora
soaring
over the canal,
so I let
it
go,
and
kept
walking
toward the Fremont
Bridge, a no
less
tentative
crossing for me,
one
glitch
from immortality.
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Treasure of the Terra Firma
First thought, West thought,
and now I’m here,
restlessly so,
trying to clear
the soot from sought.
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Failure to Vike
Outside, in it,
the fishy me
grins at downpour
propitiously
routing my oar.
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Lower Back Pain
All I have is the next word
on this page or in the dirt
or on a wall if I’m brave,
like in the old cave.
poems
from the good city
poems 