I’ve lost better poems than this
Boxes crammed
Notebooks full abandoned
Under rapid retreat
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Like rain
Water her words
I drink them
Like poetry
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I got monkeys' on my back
But I’m not gonna send ‘em packing
It’s comforting to have them there
It’s nice to know that someone cares
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On a cold steel table
Deep in the
Antiseptic gray green brick basement of
Some government building
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The heart does not have a plan
A time table
The heart acts on impulse desire
Passion
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Sitting on a crumbling couch
Spilling toward the middle where
Bear of a man
Wraps a tube around his arm
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This morning is a poetry morning
And I am on fire
Fire in my brain
Hand
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Outside my house
There are these flowers
That open with the sun like violet fire
And when I see them I think to myself
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This is not America
Home of the free and the brave
My country tis’ of thee
Sweet land of liberty
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