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He throws a quarter
and a dime, into the sun
clutching chardonnay.
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Rain drips down the ledge
my friend sleeps in the back room
two hours to sundown
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Southbound SUVs
caught in mid-morning commute
are varispeed snails.
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I could wager on
which stone a raindrop might strike
and lose yet again.
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Late-night bus tunnel
forgotten, tomorrow
the blue of train 16
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Four green lights hang back
in a hunched pack; gang-bangers
awaiting their strike.
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White roses, bouquets
and the old lady keeps them
refrigerated.
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“All beauty must die”
sang Alan last night, onstage…
dare I disagree?
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Uncollected stones
reaffirm optimism
in autumn twilight
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This summer, tries hard
not to die; blazing daytime
…cold nights, decay.
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What I have, really
to claim? This one piece of skin
and dust on my floor.
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I clutch at the air
my clawed fingers signify
victory!… Well, big whoop.
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