It was the gods of chance
Brought me back here
There’s no mistaking them
They’re crippled also
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Somewhere in the distance,
That old fashioned medicine…church bells…
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I love you teddy bear
Though now you’re in the landfill
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Once I wrote a folk song about how Thomas Edison ruined my life
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The broken gods brought me here and gave me to my broken parents. And look! I’m having a perfectly broken life. But I do persist in trying to put tiny machines together.
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In poem-village all the horses graze on sweet grass
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They are writing poems in the next village
The people there are admiring clouds
Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University
