1.
Sometimes
I am too tired
To think of you.
Today was such a day,
But then I knew
Today, for certain, you'd be weary too.
You
there in hospital
With health to seek –
And me at my machine
Too tired to speak –
We're very funny lovers of a week.
3.
Your breath
is sweet,
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight,
Your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don’t sense affection,
No gratitude or love.
Your loyalty is not to me,
But to the stars above. . . .
5.
Drink.
Drive.
Treehit.
Para-
ple-
gic.
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2.
so much
depends
upon
a red
wheel
barrow
glazed
with rain
water
beside
the white
chickens
4.
Ideology
is slippery;
A mirage of the intellect,
part false consciousness,
part worldview,
often a pixel from
doublespeak.
As
a subject it is
commonplace
or rather,
it is reflections
on place.
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