Don’t worry, there’s plenty of the broken heart to go around
I would not tell you if it wasn’t so
The trick of poetry is attention
Look at the dish I serve this on
in the Wedgewood
Aristotle’s finger prints…
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The vatic voice really isn’t for me
I’ve too much fidelity with truth
For instance: coins are the enemies of arthritis
The barometer has killed more indigenous people
than can be counted…
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Come on now, leave the ponies alone…
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Life freed of ideas about life, which is of course life itself…
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Wind in the alders. A mourning dove. Rain on the roof.
The grownups asleep.
And the little dog keeps track of things at the window.
Planet of the Blind 