Fragments

some incomplete verse culled from notebooks



nothing much happens to a girl who hates happenings,
hardly anything, maybe a happy moment from time to time,
maybe a hard night alone.
nobody bothers a girl who hates happenings,
unless she's in the way and has to move.

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I await spring like the warm wet tongue of new love.
thaw me with a kiss, that I might flower again.

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I loved an elephant. He could forgive, but he couldn't forget.

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In the little places, us ghosts go about without tragedy.
Between fate and free will, we feign routine.
Haunting, like dreaming your at work, won't earn you any overtime.

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The way my dog died, the day I lost my faith in God,
reminds me now of Hollywood, blue prose, and me, lying on my stomach,
crying "he's just a puppy! take me instead!"

Kids say the stupidest things.
God does the stupidest things.
Faith is a luxury,
and God is a dog without loyalty.

Fergus died to teach me puppies die,
and neither I nor God have won an Oscar.

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A creek once ran here, in the piny shade,
down the west hills to the Willamette,
before the concrete came.

Now it is a sewer.

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I love the stupid city

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Standardization of expression oppresses,
I vex the hierarchs, the police of desire,
and the soldiers of misfortune.

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my visage dissolves on close inspection,
like an angel of cloud or a devil in woodgrain,

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In your lostness who are you?
do you have trouble with tribulations?

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It's so sad how the sky's falling,
and the sea's swelling,
how the world's ending.

lotsa regrets,
lotsa wish-we-hads,

Blame whom you will,
it's over and done with.

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Cheers!