~Bitter Verse~
Life - or the lack of it - in verse... [on Writing and other such unreal occupations]
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a Vulcan responds
A Borg Drone writes a poem
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white man's burden
Time Trapeze (1987)
agent orange
school dinner
an excerpt
Cornelius asks for favour, wilt give it him?
catullus divine
bite me
Pumblechook
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March
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death dealer
death is the maiden
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February
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that Thing immortal
me moanin' ol' soul
Tinsel Verse
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January
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in a small town in Asia
~autumn~
Wordless Women
reap a reverie
Ballad O' Th' Belligerent Scholar
Morphine Nights
W...h...i...t...e
a song of the cotton fields
Wandering in Bethlehem
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From a Train Window
Jardin Noir
une poeme
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sorting
Writing.Com: My Portfolio @ Writing.Com
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fear
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waxing theatrical
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grovely, grovely, grovely and all grovely
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the weather project
break: an observation
for artists
nothing(ness)
... sayings ...
Glimpses of an Ancient Bad Relationship - VI
Glimpses of an Ancient Bad Relationship - V
Glimpses of an Ancient Bad Relationship - IV
Glimpses of an Ancient Bad Relationship - III
Glimpses of an Ancient Bad Relationship - II
Glimpses of an Ancient Bad Relationship - I
m.i.g.r.a.i.n.e
hand me my bitters, Frida Kahlo
insomniac thoughts
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Wednesday, April 06, 2005
school dinner
the soup is but dishwater with red paint
the bread but porous tile
we suffer those who serve us, their aprons stained
with their leaking impecunious smiles
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