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1. Little Baskets

   03/08/09 09:26:08 | 3 Comments

   
   I wanted to be a lightkeeper
   put it in a little basket
   carry it to the edge of the sea
   and shake it like a dinner bell
   in case the mermaids
   needed something to eat.
   
   Then I learned
   there were no mermaids
   and light was just a function
   of the sun or something
   that comes in a bulb
   or some such.
   
   And later when I heard
   that we only use a fraction of our brains
   I tried very hard to open up
   and catch all that...

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2. well, would you?

   03/01/08 20:22:47 | 2 Comments

   lie with me under the tree
   where money grows but it doesn't matter nor the outstretched limbs of mendicants
   wrestling each other down in the shadows and stroll together like love's big feet
   neither in the lead nor following but there where the moon tugs
   on the tide to cover its footprints where nothing of value can be held
   put in a jar or labeled as free as mahogany
   horsepaddling the Atlantic just floating now
   between the calliope chords of the...

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3. I never saw the movie

   02/24/08 21:43:43 | 0 Comments

   I never the saw the movie, just the poster
   of her bending naked beauty, eating
   Raisinets out of the palm of my hand.
   One day she said: 'my parents are taking me to France.'
   I said: "no, how could a body like this be whisked away
   in its prime, so wet and sulky, so like summertime.
   And just when you were about to show me
   what happens when you take your glasses off.'
   And now it's just these hoods and trunks.
   Doin' wheelies...

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4. Looking at you in the parking lot

   02/24/08 21:33:06 | 0 Comments

   Across the daily traffic under a midday canopy.
   Black and white steeds, camels from exotic locales.
   Real live animals in a traveling carousel.
   Can you see them moving up and down?
   Oh, you do, you do. And that sign that reads:
   H. Vazquez, Proprietor. Don't look now.
   No one's ever seen him. Today he shall
   appear to sign autographs. Is that him
   dabbing our initials on your forehead?
   It's not often I can lean in and kiss both.
   Ah, but...

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5. my cat and me

   02/24/08 21:25:37 | 2 Comments

   Sometimes my cat
   will whine like food isnt enough
   so I'll open up the closet door
   and she'll curl in the dark
   til she falls asleep in the laundry basket.
   
   Me I spend my day in between sleep
   watching people look at me
   like I'm speaking a foreign language
   and find myself staring at shadows
   forming around buildings
   feeling the music of an architecture
   that may or may not exist.
   
   And when she's ready to come...

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6. once we dreamed of streetcleaners

   02/20/08 21:16:55 | 0 Comments

   Once we asked the question:
   When will the leaves become birds?

   Once we held our dead closely
   As if there might be some word.

   But the blood no longer dreams of poppies.
   The rain is full of holes.

   We're at one with the season
   That will not come.

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7. Plovers

   02/20/08 20:14:28 | 0 Comments

   Who will be your plover now
   that your house has fallen down
   who will take the weight
   from your ankles, offer
   the reflection of the waters
   for your mouth to taste,
   pose as your true form
   wading in the moonlight?
   
   You may hear the call
   once or twice surely
   run naked as the inside of a shell
   trying to catch the sea's grand
   opening finale, but really
   it's nothing so dramatic:
   we come, we go, we imagine.
   
   

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8. Warming to the Globe

   01/22/08 21:16:48 | 1 Comments

   A man walking his two dogs
   on a clickety reeling Sunday
   
   Framed by the green of pines
   Old gray columns down black asphalt
   
   No need for a jacket in late January
   Smaller and smaller they recede
   
   Like Chaplin and his overgrown feet
   Silently flapping home.
   

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