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NO RED used up all the paint no red damn can’t paint no red no rose, no apples, no red limozines running through the night taking queens to kings no red for the joker’s cap no red for her lips she might as well be dead no red and the yellow’s running low for the … Read more…

Gone forever gone as the flower fades, gone forever gone as the oceans dry and earth shrivels gone forever gone as distant seas on distant worlds roll noisily against distant shores unseen and unheard gone forever gone as galaxies collide and the energy waxes and wanes gone forever gone as love in the night as … Read more…

I like you will you like me too I’ll share you and you’ll share me and we’ll all like each other and there will be peace in the world and if anyone unlikes this fine I’m pressing like now you are pressing it too aren’t you well I’m waiting!

Surprise Surprise make your do’s match your says pick up the goddamned garbage “they” can’t always do it for you life, live it draw your head from the keg move damnit mark the globe stroke a tree, a child, a leaf look through your veil of tears hazy though it may be budge yourself, love … Read more…

To Notice Poem Download I was created to notice the cat, catching butterflies. If I were God I would be lonely and I would need someone to notice how the cat catches butterflies and brings them into the house and how they are to her as big a prize as any mole or mouse. ***

Chasing the Dream by Marilyn McIntyre time floating downstream in an ancient bottle plugged with different futures I dash excitedly up and down the bank like a well trained Lassie barking excitedly and then wade in to stop time the eddy pried it away running on rapidly burbling with life and plunging round the bend … Read more…

Susan Mandel (1) Blinded by the light in your eyes I cannot see the truth. The darkness in your stare tells me that dreams fade by the light of day. Who do I see when I open my eyes? Does it really even matter? (2) When you run to catch up with yourself do you … Read more…

We’ll hide in here, in the Wordplay hotel. Nobody will find us here. We’ll sneak around pretending Bukowski. Our streets are not ordinary. We are not ordinary. Life is not ordinary. I for example am a nut on a tree in a forest.

POEMS DONE ON A LATE NIGHT CAR I. CHICKENS I AM The Great White Way of the city: When you ask what is my desire, I answer: “Girls fresh as country wild flowers, With young faces tired of the cows and barns, Eager in their eyes as the dawn to find my mysteries, Slender supple … Read more…

Grass PILE the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor: What place … Read more…