Goodbye





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In the still of night bombers/sound/terrifying fly away




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As steep as a cliff this morning's sky




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Through the smoky trees is that the sun rising or more fire




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Crooked as a skeleton, refugee beside the road




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Something clatters the air – horse's hooves, a coffin




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When cars slide sideways on snowy roads and crash




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When mounds of broken concrete sprout dandelions




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Raindrops hanging, cold, from electric wires, this is autumn




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When a spider crawls across my desk and these winter pages




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My bowl is empty, no highs left, and the moon shines on




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How do window corners meeting, floors, ceilings, corners meeting




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The restless cat tangles my mood




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The oppressive cat desires cuddling out of time





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Remembering his face – he must be old now; I am




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Still as a buddha I stand at the toilet waiting to pee




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My god the eager cat has sharp claws




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The annoying cat slaps his tail across my face




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The unkempt cat catches her claw on my sleeve




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I have amusing smoke for company, and the whole night




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A stray ink mark from a pen on the wall/echoing




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Nowhere to go but inward of inward:  winter




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Bursting the sky, it shimmers and dies; then grey is grey morning




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It's only thunder.  It's only distant summer thunder




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Third time cumming – like having the dry heaves




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My bladder's puddle troubling me in bed:  winter night




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Dizzy with drink, but his old slippers remember him




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Cracked window through winter's cold breath am I:




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For Robert


The discarded bicycle disappears into the summer night




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After saying oh my god about 100 times I go to sleep




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Where do their bodies go when they die, birds in the sky:  autumn




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Between my two hands your slender body slips . . . cat . . .




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I raise the blind and look up at the cloudy sky




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On the wall, my shadow smoking code breaker – nightroom




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After seven days constipation


Poop! poop! my happy cat, poop your happy poop




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Blowing away my fear and pain – window open:  winter rain




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Twisting round to look for a book of poetry I'd




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Remembering when, as a boy, I used to sneak a smoke with a school chum


Yellow smoke, fire dragon – hiding in the bamboo




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Stale air, fresh air, my face at the window




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The ceiling is white.  It is very, very white




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Cloudy as my mind as I walk, the snow I stare down at




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Coming back to myself I taste my lips – his lips




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A snowy wind, pine branches blurring




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The cat who isn't here anymore makes me grieve




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The sound of a car going by is mortal




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His sunglasses, empty mirrors of me




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The old man said


It's a bitter world more than a sweet one:  glories-in-the-snow




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And said again


Hole in my pocket, everything lost – it's time to go




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In stillness, in darkness, listening – she's so sick.  Any sound




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Across the alley the sound of someone washing dinner dishes:  summer evening




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Spring


A windowful of green and yellow light.  A wink




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Death


I wrote about his death, then turned the notebook page and




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Drowned in a puddle of rain – maple seeds




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Lips opening silver skyscrapers vapor trails




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Gently beating many drums, summer rain




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Watching at the window.  He's not coming back




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Too shy to kiss their new baby:  Uncle Simon!




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12 days


Still dancing crooked monkey round the grave – winter moon




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A genie floating out the window – smoke . . . turning into clouds . . .




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Motionless inside his car, he brushed past me – you




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Writing to no one – because there will be




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Now I'm one of those windows warm:  to nightwalkers




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For Jack


The flowers in her hat glowing by gaslight – so red




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Crushed crushing inward with pain – fetal night




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As long as a rainy afternoon, losing memories of you




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Circling round and round and round, my fingertip . . . on my knee . . .




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One square of light at midnight in the village




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The rain tonight shrouds my house in something like peace




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As the rain falls, the phlegm in my chest rises




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Naked in my house, under a roof of rain




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Bomb pit, ringed with glowing red; and a firefly




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Curtains fluttering at the window somehow remind me of you




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Your cold ears.  The autumn moon




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For Emily


In sickness, in health, married to myself – Alone




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Scraps, scrapes – autumn leaves




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For Chum


Buried behind clouds the white sun a scar






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