The opposite intensities
As fire by smoke
A mirror by dust
Know an assassin by his eyes,
The misery that's in front of you
Become children again
Become ghosts
living dangerously
Can You Be the Unmet Friend
The opposite intensities
As fire by smoke
A mirror by dust
Know an assassin by his eyes,
The misery that's in front of you
Become children again
Become ghosts
living dangerously
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40 years ago tonight
So that guy a couple of days ago in that postcard with Ginsberg was Lawrence Ferlinghetti. He'd just died. I'd already had him on my…
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strange day
I slept hard, having caved to eat a painkiller in the wee hours. So I slept in good, with the whole physiog relaxed fully flat, like it never is on…
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nonpoem stuff
bras drying on doorknobs socks yet unpaired how oft one might sweep! could sweep, must, to have nothing more to sweep! at least I do not stand here…
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