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Etudes without Piano

the reign in Spain drives me insane the moon jumped over the cow spilling milky light did you ever hop

10 p.m. Emeryville, California Amtrak Station the city of Oz across the bay but why pass up a cab you

In the distance, behind a sign advertising 3,300 acres for lease, A steel mill is meeting what free market economists

Every tree needs a red dress in autumn, a crisp fire-red, fashion statement at November’s Ball, a party in country

This poem is dedicated to those with borderline personality disorder. He was your love, your rock, your life’s delight, And

If I wanted to meet someone beautiful, right away, I’d think she’s hot. If I wanted to meet someone sensual,

To whom so ever you maybe, I’m still sitting here, so patiently With your eyes haunting my dreams And a

They don’t see me, but they feel me everywhere. When he touches her with his one good hand, he feels

a long root protruding from the esophagus we must say something stand before tyrant crowds who shout for the apocalypse

So much bitters and sugar Dissolved with the salt of the sea Sticks, stones, names Pummeled Baptism surely