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valley pantoun

02.14.2011 Forms

it will take a very long time to do so it takes so long / so very / time too taken / up and around the neighborhood it goes around in a taxicab so / it goes along / very / it’s time to time me / make a refreshment it goes around in a [...]

Tagged as: Diary Poems, Pantouns

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Pantoun #2

09.02.2010 Forms

In retrospect anyways, I wasn’t wanting to do it. Except maybe to undo my old wanting-to which (I thought I could) break– You know, swap out the undo pleasures for done ones, per say. I thought I could break you down. And that’s exactly what I wanted to say if, afterwards, you asked me exactly [...]

Tagged as: NP, Pantouns

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sonnet on the back of a vintage mountain poem

10.17.2009 100 Days

will not / won’t / walnuts a because I feel orchard the closetlight aglow in the heart of a tree Give away it. will you. Thethingis Thethings is things welt things is long silt flections harangue black pieces of papernight a zone one-notes upon a carpet slipfaced and I this amiss / morass by sectional, [...]

Tagged as: Diary Poems, Published

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Pantoun #1

03.02.2004 Forms

It’s Monday. Let’s go to Paris. My tongue Hands and Hair are Dying for Paris. Spread my Hands and Hair On the Bed Spread Me nearly Flat– Like a Map of the Bed (You tourist). Monsieur Flat– terer. Hand me the fleur. & Do Take that tour of yours to the Ground. My dumb tongue. [...]

Tagged as: For Matt, Love Poems, NP, Pantouns

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The thing

11.20.2003 Forms

The thing   about the telephone is a simple thing. It rings   and it doesn’t ring. It says no.   It says no as long as you look at it.   It looks longer than it is from the jack to the dial.   So you dial his number.   The bone of the [...]

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Old Tyme Sonnet

09.29.2003 Forms

I know you won’t. Not here. Not this time. Not in this house. Not even back in the back room, unbuttoning the lights. Not for all the flocks of dark birds in winter. So don’t ask me about the moon. There’s no bright thigh spread there, no animal sticking his snout in the gauze. Night [...]

Tagged as: Out

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Apartment

09.18.2003 Forms

- For Alex We liked the door, to linger there whispering before bed Did you lock it? Did you lock it? –more like an accusation. We played two-man tag all the way back to the kitchen. Laid like lost suitcases, his and hers, watching a plane drag its shadow into space and wondering how to stop [...]

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