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After Mistaking the Motel 6 Sign for the Moon Behind the Maple Trees (poetry)
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MarmaladeSkies
Sat Jul 28 2018 at 15:20:13
Standing in the copper night
after a rainstorm,
ashamed I couldn’t tell the difference
in how the florescence paints
the autumn leaves, the real moon
tucked somewhere behind a sign
that assures me there’s no vacancy
anywhere at this hour.
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She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
Sitting in the library, listening to the rain, reading an interesting book and wanting to meet the man who just walked past
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
I waited under your streetlight like a hoodlum; like a moth
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
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Brevity Quest 2018
dirty dove's thick cloud of smoke wrapping around her face
Living for the reasons of the dead that moved to paper from their heads
She took a California tilt and never came back.
Love is like racing across the frozen tundra on a snowmobile which flips over, trapping you underneath. At night, the ice-weasels come.
she's the reason the dust i finally leave will be better than the dust i came from
In the bathrooms and the bad motels
On the night train to Paris
a solitary star, glimpsed through the trees
It's been a night shift of a life for us all.
I do not like the sky night or day and keep my eyes on the yellow lines heading under the car
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