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children in yellow shoes

the swelter of the north valley

the light at the end of the tunnel

croaking amid the whispers of midnight

from the verse of the queen

there is no calendar, no clock, no schedule

watching the empty sky

I was wrong of course

the ghost who didn't return

This place has wonderful desserts.

the other side of the sky

there is electricity in the air tonight father

dreams that I love more than diamonds

shivering on the north bank

coffee is a friend with a golden soul

bury your sad little money

a small non-speaking role

spend the days laughing

sitting quietly for a very long time

laughing with the tree cutters

Sleeping in the dusty corners.

no fate or destiny

awareness of our bodies

coffee?

the gifts of darkness and light

life opens up like a present

ice on a hot stove

let the world be a little richer

when your body is full of crows

wanting to be clean

the machine that runs it all

Watching the end of days.

Who can stay awake longer?

there is only now

beating the alternative

the faith and language beneath

the winter of my face

dreams and flatulence

covering the body with snow

The cold scurry of ghosts.

eight billion people on earth

walking — the sky full of stars

"Cold enough for you?"

a waxing moon & ice cream

Kick and pull and rage

a perfect imperfection

rustic poems

footsteps in the darkness

to draw on the patio with chalk

the roof of midnight

Use well the days.

secrets held by stone

you can't handle the truth

that which is greater

a life lived in the shadows

a part of the whole

peace & comfort

prose poems & syphilis

the task I have given myself

outlaw poets

no fence, no border

frying potatoes

the loop of living

respect the dead & pray for peace

a piece of the universe