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  • Angles
     a slipshod sculpture of poorly-welded and rusty metalin a case by the doornot on displaybut ogled nonethelessby bespectacled connoisseurs of nothing but their own opinionswho cluck their tonguesand tell youwhat is andwhat isn'tartfulwhile they whittle away their turpentine-saturated existenceswatching
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  • Apology To A Poem I Forgot To Write
    Hey pen…     hey paper…look - I know I told you that     we’d spend more time together     last night, andI’m really sorry…     I guess I just got carried away     doing all of the things that I do. I lost track of time, it seems,     and by the time I realized     that…
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  • My Pee Buddy 'N' Me
    It must be said that I don't keep a regular urinary schedule or anything like that. I drink seven bottles of water a day (for good luck), and so I go two or three times in an afternoon. It was just a coincidence that Indian Doctor and I met twice…
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  • Metal Between My Legs
    The concept of happiness floats like a feather over my head But it isn’t obeying the laws of gravity It looms over me, motionless, quiet, and dull Like the height requirement on a roller coaster to a short kid Both of us are incapable of grasping what hangs over us…
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  • Polaroids
     “You know Bonnie, right?”“No.”  I lied. I didn't want to be bothered, not by Tim Snyder, not in the middle of a quiz in the math class I was already failing, and definitely not about Bonnie.“Sure you do, I see you with her all the time.”“Oh, yeah.  She lives in…
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