Forty-seven
When the purple
night behind my eyelids glow,
the dark
Poetry
A Game Man Loves
The linemen bend over,
their tight pants glistening under
the
I Smoke a Cigarette When Someone Dies
the swamp green eyes
the cracking skin on your pale
Kadena
A photo of us sits on my desk. You gave
Crown of Aragon
When I consider our intuitive
Talents, I can’t refrain
When I'm As Tall As You
Up on the sturdy, filled-with-life crows nest
My father raised,
Tide of the Sea
A bird with lucid wings, behaving oddly
To the bird
To The Guy At The Lifetower
To the guy at the lifetower;
I pray your leg
Puzzled
I once prescribed; learn all there is to know
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