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Poems composed here, in reverse order of completion. Choose any one you would like to see.
Number; First line; Date completed.
300: Sex is mindless --May. 4, 1997
299: There's a duck on my computer --May. 4, 1997
298: I blown my life with doggerel, impromptu unrecorded blues --May. 4, 1997
297: he was a motown legend --May. 4, 1997
296: I found a message floating in a bottle --May. 4, 1997
295: They have returned from Cancun, the land of the Spanish dancers --May. 4, 1997
294: Silence is the universal refuge --May. 4, 1997
293: Mesmerized by the antipathy surrounding me. --May. 4, 1997
292: you said it all in your silence --May. 4, 1997
291: Ive watched the vulture soar --May. 4, 1997
290: Nuts! he said,,, cabbage are too shallow --May. 4, 1997
289: Penrod and Lara, Ivy and Pat, J.R.and Lil,LR and Cat --May. 4, 1997
288: The redbud's bloom is ended --May. 4, 1997
287: There's a place down in Oaxaca where the wimmen run the show --May. 4, 1997
286: I would take her for my lover, but I won't trifle with her heart --May. 4, 1997
285: all lawyers love is anal --May. 3, 1997
284: let sing our love eliptical --May. 4, 1997
283: dried bean soup --May. 4, 1997
282: We sat thighs touching, holding hands unembarassed --May. 4, 1997
281: Vermin ! --May. 3, 1997
280: Life is like a juke box full of chocolate records --May. 3, 1997
279: I 'lll bean you if you bang that sacred drum agin --May. 4, 1997
278: her yellowed paper lingers --May. 4, 1997
277: Now tuti is really a real woman --May. 3, 1997
276: I'm not heart broken my desk is just a mess and it's not raining ! --May. 3, 1997
275: His compass and charts were no help with women --May. 3, 1997
274: He compass and chart were no help with wimmen --May. 3, 1997
273: He was just a poor professor, daddy thought of as a masher --May. 3, 1997
272: I had a fine idea last night --May. 3, 1997
271: The soft spring rain gave a feast to the birds --May. 3, 1997
270: A candle glows in the painted white antique cage --May. 3, 1997
269: Tiny pink infant buds bloomed full on the azalea bush --May. 3, 1997
268: Teardrops of softly quiet rain fell outside her window --May. 3, 1997
267: Has time eaten away at your purpose. Has it been cast aside, destroyed by progress. --May. 3, 1997
266: Where are the strawberries --May. 3, 1997
265: My friends I have returned from journeys to far off lands --May. 3, 1997
264: Oh Lil come back from Kazhakstan. ; like youthere is no other --May. 3, 1997
263: Ah trillium , ellisum, yes the love of a guiless girl --May. 3, 1997
262: Eloise from Echo Park. wellshe got me by the balls --May. 3, 1997
261: Smile your on Candid Camera --May. 3, 1997
260: I sing yours tonight dear friends --May. 3, 1997
259: quietly she sits, waiting and waiting. --May. 3, 1997
258: Lara comes late in the evening, while Larry comes well past dawn --May. 3, 1997
257: Old fat poet, struggling up the hill --May. 2, 1997
256: Twelve quail outside my window are rolling in the dust --May. 2, 1997
255: Get out of those wet clothes --May. 2, 1997
254: The medicinal words and teas she carried --May. 2, 1997
253: I knew better than to come here, knew better than to sing --May. 2, 1997
252: May Day has come and gone --May. 2, 1997
251: As Jeromeo and Dave ate the moonpies, swallowed down with a coke, --May. 2, 1997
250: Dangling shamrocks dance in the smoke filled pub --May. 2, 1997
249: The delicate matter she had to speak of made her pause --May. 2, 1997
248: A birth defect of necessity sits --May. 2, 1997
247: Neither one of us was taught to love --May. 2, 1997
246: smack across the face means I hate you --May. 1, 1997
245: A BIG YELLOW SMILEY FACE --May. 1, 1997
244: Paulie wears pink panties --May. 1, 1997
243: Sky boy climbs the curvacious arch of an imaginary magic rainbow --May. 2, 1997
242: Sitting in my world history class, learning capitals of far-away lands --May. 1, 1997
241: I see with the clarity of mud in my eyes --May. 1, 1997
240: Mister Wizard was a friend of Captain Kangaroo --May. 1, 1997
239: razzzzzberry stains their faces and fingers --May. 2, 1997
238: giggles erupt --May. 1, 1997
237: Counting dimes, --May. 1, 1997
236: a vague on-line persona is haunting my sweet dreams --May. 1, 1997
235: I feel empty and alone as I echo in my home --May. 1, 1997
234: Hello, Poet! --May. 1, 1997
233: Gregorian monks sing harmonious hymns --May. 1, 1997
232: Maria Schriver the thriving anorexic --May. 1, 1997
231: abandon hope who enter here.. this gal is not your friend --May. 1, 1997
230: for youth these little roses --May. 1, 1997
229: misery once my comfort.. see now my joy, my curse... --May. 1, 1997
228: healers words spill from her little bag of leather --May. 1, 1997
227: a plastic salmon is sliding down my wall --May. 1, 1997
226: The fruit that day left lara dreaming --May. 1, 1997
225: Elipses trip her...circles snare --May. 1, 1997
224: what sweet Minerva have you brought ? --May. 1, 1997
223: Kiwi fruit green the forest in spring --May. 1, 1997
222: Oh! this parched paper day --May. 1, 1997
221: The sound of good news is as thrilling to the ear as --May. 1, 1997
220: Minutes march bootstep around the clock --May. 1, 1997
219: Hurt curls up on the floor --May. 1, 1997
218: Grandmother cackles with our hens --May. 1, 1997
217: Static in sanity --May. 1, 1997
216: Behold fair Artemisa.. behold the butcherd queen --May. 1, 1997
215: Goodnight Angelica --Apr. 30, 1997
214: It's cold in here --May. 1, 1997
213: How come I godda do thesa poemma in thessa corny acacenta ? --Apr. 30, 1997
212: jealosy --Apr. 30, 1997
211: snaps to her --Apr. 30, 1997
210: One thing about Flash Gorden.. that Dale Arden was a Fox --Apr. 30, 1997
209: Lay me well in Zamboanga --Apr. 30, 1997
208: wild dromedarians raced through the desert thirsting for fire --Apr. 30, 1997
207: he grinned --Apr. 30, 1997
206: The horror movie victim --Apr. 30, 1997
205: The skibopalishisness of her dreamcicle smile --Apr. 30, 1997
204: A veces quireo su alma --Apr. 30, 1997
203: Expresso Medaglia d'Oro --Apr. 30, 1997
202: her love for him was a flower --Apr. 30, 1997
201: She loved me for medicinal purposes, as far a I could tell --Apr. 30, 1997
200: I must leave, but how I hate to go --Apr. 30, 1997
199: call me angelica --Apr. 30, 1997
198: you were boney when I loved you --Apr. 30, 1997
197: I search for inspiration in the most unlikely place --Apr. 30, 1997
196: Retire sweet angelica, retire as I do now --Apr. 30, 1997
195: that dirty little boy --Apr. 30, 1997
194: Its almost time to close your eyes --Apr. 30, 1997
193: serindipity, what a place to be --Apr. 30, 1997
192: momma's rippin' off some rednecks --Apr. 30, 1997
191: Grafitti on a wall --Apr. 30, 1997
190: They are daming up the Yangtze River ! --Apr. 30, 1997
189: under redwoods orchids under ferns --Apr. 30, 1997
188: I remember Fillmore and Jimbo's New Bop City --Apr. 30, 1997
187: laughter shatters through the silence, speaking volumes about life --Apr. 30, 1997
186: Don't be pushy --Apr. 30, 1997
185: Theres no such thing as a virgen beatnik cowbow --Apr. 30, 1997
184: oo oo sweet jimmey mack, when are you comming back --Apr. 30, 1997
183: My soul cries for you --Apr. 30, 1997
182: I think that perhaps sometime I wasn't afraid --Apr. 30, 1997
181: all is not vomit in Alleppo --Apr. 30, 1997
180: I sprinkled cayanne 'cause the mouse just doesn't like it --Apr. 30, 1997
179: under rewoods... orchids under ferns --Apr. 30, 1997
178: Real, unselfish love is what the world needs --Apr. 30, 1997
176: under redwoods, orchids, under ferns --Apr. 30, 1997
175: millie worked in phone sex, kept a tiny little gun --Apr. 29, 1997
174: Monk and Mingus Angelica... I heard the song today.... --Apr. 30, 1997
173: Black Mary squatted over the bloddy newspaper --Apr. 30, 1997
172: right in the middle his wings clatter he will find me --Apr. 29, 1997
171: I found the juices of my soul, spilled on the table. crimson with greed and scarlet with hunger --Apr. 29, 1997
170: delilah grasped the bromeliad --Apr. 29, 1997
169: It was a rubber pretzel evening --Apr. 29, 1997
168: Tears and beauty hold hands on their way to the crossroads --Apr. 29, 1997
167: You are my one and only love, and this I want you to know. But some of the things you do they really hurt me so. --Apr. 28, 1997
166: The love that fueled me once --Apr. 28, 1997
165: I hear your haunted footsteps upon my floor --Apr. 28, 1997
164: What is the taste of a promise? --Apr. 28, 1997
163: Who is to say what might have happened --Apr. 28, 1997
162: White ivory-tower years --Apr. 28, 1997
161: sinking deep in the narcotic of space --Apr. 27, 1997
160: Ah let us drown in the moonlight --Apr. 28, 1997
159: So should you return to where you were once happy ? --Apr. 28, 1997
158: Take my away to the country, where trees and men stand tall. --Apr. 28, 1997
157: Her baby picture is on the wall --Apr. 28, 1997
156: Mary called me up last night --Apr. 28, 1997
155: Freedom is --Apr. 28, 1997
154: Pink earrings in the toilet --Apr. 25, 1997
153: All that I can think of --Apr. 27, 1997
152: Speak softly in my ear the words I long to hear --Apr. 25, 1997
151: The clouds have finally cleared, --Apr. 28, 1997
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