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Ariel

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FOR UNCLE DEWEY(DUANE KLEIN)AN EXTREMELY CLOSE FRIEND OF MINE WHO DIED 2 DAYS AGO (Monday night December 17): I'm really sad to lose another good friend-blessings to you, D E W E Y-we love you very very much-I hope and pray that you feel it Left and Leaving: My city's still breathing (but barely, it's true) through buildings gone missing like teeth. The sidewalks are watching me think about you, all sparkled with broken glass. I'm back with scars to show. Back with the streets I know. They never take me anywhere but here. Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand, these stangers whose faces I know. We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say "I wanted it this way " and wait for the year to drown. Spring forward, fall back down. I'm trying not to wonder where you are. All this time lingers, undefined. Someone choose who'sleft and who's leaving. Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me: some matches, a blanket, this pain in my chest, the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires, new words for old desires, and every birthday card I threw away. I wait in 4/4 time. Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home.

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The Last Gradiant

Swallow lost  as birds and rabbits fiegn. I have also lost....nests        altogether most unspoken     languar     swif...
Posted by Ariel on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 02:23:00 PST

Oak

OAK  TREES I HAD IN MIND; instead of forefathers gathered around us -we invited the leaves that sprinkled a history-we invented  something to astound us(you and me). The dance of t...
Posted by Ariel on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 02:22:00 PST

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? At some lost, last hour when prayers escape God's hand; Love is a Gibbous moon. My big black hat burned up in a fire and magic is just a mirror- wings fold and ropes jump. Hop scotch kindergarten a...
Posted by Ariel on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 04:05:00 PST

daddio

s This is for my father: These are big trees-whether or not they are around.  Such things loom large if they are present or absent.  Fathers have a way of marking you-with or witho...
Posted by Ariel on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 03:48:00 PST