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I Am In Japan
I am in Japan Where are you ?
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Frida as a Bandit
Her shirt is open to the waist She is holding a loaded gun I am painting an invisible revolution From the safety of my balcony
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I Listen to Dragonflies
I listen to dragonflies Words are superfluous Homage to Anais Nin Life shrinks and expands in proportion to ones courage You cannot save people You can only love them Dogs bark at what they do not understand Woof Woof What I hate about you is your wall If future […]
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Ein Unbekannter Deutscher Soldat
Who cares about the side you fought on As you were a mothers son Your stark grey granite cross Is situated in a quiet wood Yet no one knows your name And you are only remembered as An Unknown German Soldier
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Knight of Faith
I am seated at a window with a high powered rifle My target will pass in about fifteen minutes I have not yet decided whether I will assassinate this man Maybe I will let his car pass without incident I have a complete faith in myself to decide the outcome My actions are independent from […]
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Nada
It is often said that January and February are the death months You are very cheerful this morning Anna You know what I mean people who you admire seem to pop off What are you getting at Anna You know where I am coming from In a way Why is it that the people you […]
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Last Instructions to a Painter
If you were an artist and not a poet my friend I would suggest your immediate suicide under a train As your hand is quite vacant and your eye wretched But you are poet full of wit and have the ridicule of a subtle pen I dare not read your works for fear of my […]
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AM
I (AM) just a poet
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The Blue Rider
I am on the platform of Earls Court underground station As its architecture interests me a great deal I am sketching with a charcoal pencil And am using a dark blue wash I call myself the blue rider But I am not an artist I am just a poet A M […]
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Matilda on the Beach
Matilda was running down a grassy slope On the hinterlands of the beach As she moved playfully away from the boat She startled a few seagulls Who had been resting unseen Away from the day trippers It was at this moment That a soft sea shanty Was being written in braille By my sister as […]