I did the proper thing, read poems

While its wings were growing—

Just another shattered cup now

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When young

Living in cheap apartment

I heard the eyelids next door

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You get used to it

Able bodied people

Thinking you’re a creep

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I had a dream

About Jack Kerouac

Somewhere somewhere

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Back then, 1959, he couldn’t distinguish between dreams and daylight.

Even in sleep there were shadows or the footprints of shadows,

Twin brother in heaven?

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The gardener cherishes a black flower–

Sad napkin:

A Lepidopterist’s poem

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I am in love with blindness,

Do you understand?

Even old horses delight in walking.