Sorry, I was trying to avoid someone
ein zwei drei
"You can’t just drop a bunch of rocks in a pile to make a stone wall"
I’m only suffering minor embarrassment
The world is incredible at this time of day, isn’t it?
Gone fishing
And you don’t even have to remember how it feels, if you remember how it looks
Loneliness is a mask
No different than anyone else, we were young. Once.
Something there is that doesn’t love a happy ending
Let me just slow this down a little bit here
It was always your light that I saw at the window
I see you leaving for the blue end of the sky
We live in a city of (rough) approximations
All poems cause side effects
I was hoping there might be a clue here
And you were hiding from the photographer?
I hated having to ask them to wait
He needed somebody to lean on
Don’t worry about it, it’s all right
It was nothing I had ever seen before
I never saw him playing cards, chess, or Scrabble
Quarrelling, trading insults, but ever, at bottom, bosom pals
I learned to pick out a hydrant
And Now for Something Completely Different …
Its walls had been painted often enough
I could have gone through the door
A silent place where no one would hear my cries of outrage or pleas for freedom
They were waiting for me at the end of the line
I couldn’t sleep that night, not a wink
I was quiet a moment
Let me catch my breath
You can’t be serious! Have you gone mad? Leave here?
Better than working, isn’t it?
All my life I’d been the one looking down on the world
At first they kept us in cages like zoo animals
I’m sorry this happened to you
It’s the best-looking people who have the best chances
What sounds came from the street were distant, indistinguishable
I think it’s better to be up high
I’m happy to be here with you
And then his gray eyes would drop to her face once more
Nothing wrong with it
Does the combination mean anything to you?
Molecules of an idea began coagulating
I could think of nothing major I’d done to deserve the current cold freeze
Gone Fishing
Life has its ironies
The kitchen is farther down on the right
I hate it when corpses go walkabout
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