Poems

Crimson

Crimson Crimson is the slow smolder of the cigar end I hold, Gray is the ash that stiffens and covers all silent the fire. (A great […]

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Cripple

Cripple Once when I saw a cripple Gasping slowly his last days with the white plague, Looking from hollow eyes, calling for air, Desperately gesturing with […]

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Crucible

Crucible Hot gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl. Yellow trickles in a fan figure, scatters a line of skirmishes, spreads […]

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Cumulatives

Cumulatives Storms have beaten on this point of land And ships gone to wreck here and the passers-by remember it with talk on the deck at […]

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Docks

Docks Strolling along By the teeming docks, I watch the ships put out. Black ships that heave and lunge And move like mastodons Arising from lethargic […]

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Dunes

Dunes What do we see here in the sand dunes of the white moon alone with our thoughts, Bill, Alone with our dreams, Bill, soft as […]

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Dust

Dust Here is dust remembers it was a rose one time and lay in a woman’s hair. Here is dust remembers it was a woman one […]

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