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NIGHTMARES OF THE TYPE I USUALLY HAVE Nightmares of the type I usually have, Where carcasses lie rotting in my sheets And vampire Mickey Mouses bite my hand. Where ghosts steal fingers, arms, and feet And every single person disappeared While I was sorting contents of my bag.
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DO NOT HIT SEND There are fishbones in the ocean There are wishbones in a bird But my bones are not broken By your deepwater words You may be casting broad nets You may be water off a duck But you never got me very wet And were never a good—luck So when you wish on ladybirds Or break Thanksgiving bones Don’t think that you might catch me— I always dine alone
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WEIGHTS AND MEASURES My wristwatch keeps a tally of time grown fat. The scale keeps a tally of you, who lessen. The dial steps back, glistening with reflected fatigue. If we had more time, it would be all we need to live forever. But your missing pounds cling to my tomorrows and your boots, grown too heavy for your legs to lift, pound out a sorrowful beat in your closet upstairs.
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I'LL WRITE A POEM AS BIG AS A CAT I'll write a poem as big as a cat so that when you talk to it you won't be alone in your living room. You will be a Cat Person which is what we call people who will never be alone like we are. We the People People lie facedown on our couches and hope for hands to pet us. We are ribs removed from Adams and left to rot in fridges.
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the gnat just the other day i was talking with a gnat i found living in the drapes in the parlor he was very old and very blind we were talking about dust and what it is made of i said that it is composed of the dead cells of dead things he was of the opinion that the vents on the floor spew it out he cant see them what i mean to say is that he cant see the vents he only feels the drafts always too warm or too cold he said just like hell i told him that hell is a fable meant to scare the young and the gullible for some reason he was offended and burrowed back into the drapes he didnt even say goodbye though before he left he did ask rather nastily where do bits of dead things come from if they dont come from hell i am not sure myself everything around here is alive except for the dead ones that is but they are generally eaten
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