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Back Massage
Oh man, we have the best massage guy!! My brother discovered him at a night market giving 15 minutes of
Waiting..
Billy Collins, Waiting - in the Doctor's office I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house
in the Elevator
Remember that scene from Eraserhead where he's waiting for the elevator doors to close
Back Pain
My back today is killing me, I need an x-ray. Seems I requested of you folks down south, To keep
Snow Blindness
This cold blanketed silence when last flakes land, settles into my conformity as puzzle piece, leaves hand. This picture's complete
Friends
You can't buy loyalty, they say I bought it though, the other day; You can't buy friendship, tried and true,
Somewhere….
Somewhere over the rainbow, angels are waiting for us to speak the Word of God
The Driveway
Deena Linett The Tiger in the Driveway is trying to escape the carousel and stands chained to the trunk of
The Rail
Night train noises, muffled and low, nights when the Northern Limited left. Midnights, we'd hear its strange chord blow, a
The Scream
Miracles come out screaming, screaming, screaming, Oceans in which all in earshot drown. To love is to uncomplicate the meaning,
Tricycle
The world’s greatest tricycle rider is in my heart, riding like a wildchild, no hands, almost upside down, along the
On the Boardwalk
Bike the drive. It is fun. Bike the drive Like when you were a little kid and you stuck your
On the Bridge
I'm climbing one foot after the other wind whips past me howling in my ears pushing me further my toes
Go Bump
From ghoulies and ghosties And long-leggedy beasties And things that go bump in the night, Good Lord, deliver us! Instead
Vacant Lot
The bulldozer ticks in the sun, Yellow elephant that leaned against a house, Groaned when the timbers groaned: Two by
The Man with the Beard
As I was walking down the stair I passed a man who wasn't there He wasn't there again today Oh
Bullrush
A stand of cattails, brown heads erupting seed, silk tufts unfolding from coarse velvet. I stopped and studied them while
Velveteen Rabbits
THERE was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid. He was fat and bunchy, as
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