Daniel Kline Poems

Far away up a paved street
to a dirt trail
to a path
off road
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Ten attempts at mediocrity, I haven’t got a page.
Nine pedestrian passages, empty fits of rage
Eight fragments, contrived, stilted and trite
Seven cigarettes, that burned throughout the night
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Flower maturation
Acid disintegration
Corpse of the people who try too hard
And then we are who we say we are
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