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#1981    Like a circle of hooded monks and my brother.
Releasing steam from my apartment ceilings at dusk.
Like a circle of hooded monks onboard a boat saving seas.
I thank sofas are my bravest cusp.
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#1982    Hierarchy is a magic word.
We say it all the time.
In fact there's no way not to say it.
How else would you fill a mind.
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#1983    A relaxed art teacher dressed in all white casuals.
Teaching a class showing all my art.
Woman knees to forehead lowering self into well.
Painted rescuing an artist's start.
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#1984    An artist moves everything that is not a brush.
The brush just gets in the way.
I looked at a Dali this morning.
This evening I returned a tray.
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#1985    Art and poetry teach like mountains.
What the hiking boot needs to know.
Nothing to shoelaces could be more louder.
Than the silence of something so old.
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#1986    Never ask a time traveler what time zone is this.
He'll become scared that you've found him out.
And equally important when a journey begins.
Never leave or believe a river of trout.
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#1987    Vibrations are the seasons.
Vibrations are the tides.
Vibrations are a world at work.
And that's why people cry.
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#1988    A light saber to cut antenna rod from her armor.
To rescue milady from those tangled vibrations.
And my usual house blend no sugar please.
With the usual teddy bear topping evasions.
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#1989    Watching removal of a mask from a puppet.
Biting erasers from the pencils of nations.
Mosquito on the side of a nose bridge at night.
Eye to eye with the course of impatience.
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#1990    That of shall be the hardest might.
To lift the burden of hate.
A rock so hard to heave it so.
To find it oh so light.
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#1991    Flowers and landscapes are the letters.
Surrealism banged are the keys.
Now let's type a real message.
Art from lucid dreams.
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#1992    Nigh not last so mighty shush.
It does to end or stay.
Pretend instead though lighty hush.
Woe walk away that day.
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#1993    Of all my highly scary things.
Culture scares the most to me.
Never been known to heed red lights.
Is the subtlety that stampeeds.
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#1994    As refrigerator paintings disappear.
It is voices that glue the seams.
To bind a world with conversations.
An artist can only dream.
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#1995    Poetry as the frog that cannot jump.
Art as the frog that tried.
There is a distance no words can trump.
That anchor of the heard inside.
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#1996    That is where we'll meet.
Divide the number pi in two.
Where lonely philosophies touch once.
A single night's truce wooed.
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#1997    A world of hope in all friend's eyes.
No hearts would beat that cannot cry.
In rest of names all wolves would hide.
Behind their masks of butterflies.
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#1998    And the leaders became public dreamers.
Their dream diaries on public view.
And the people read the thoughts they loaned.
And steered their ship by true.
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#1999    Poems are just coordinates.
Locations on a map.
Revel not in the words themselves.
But where the mind is at.
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#2000    Time unyields its additions.
Ideas are my bars.
To speak of thus a butterfly.
I must have forgotten the stars.
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#2001    Suppose you had a problem.
Now suppose you understood.
Suppose you had five pixels.
And five symbols were that good.
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#2002    Life is like a pair of socks.
You can hold it in your hands for years.
But no sooner than you forget to think.
Oh god it disappears.
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#2003    How can a fan carry such rope.
The sight of it even tons fear.
Extremity and judicial.
Two ends that meet in tear.
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#2004    A pretty woman in a hospital bed.
Holding her new born baby.
Now she carries the bus to work.
And looks towards the maybe.
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#2005    Did you ever climb a tree.
Because that's where Tulsabutterflies might be.
And find one upon the thinnest branch.
Because that's where no shy men dare chance.
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#2006    Thank god mountains all have peaks.
So climbers can end their dangers.
I fear the climb that never meeks.
So thanks for the end of angers.
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#2007    Symbol metaphor I do see.
Gentleman lady and voice of thee.
A thought filled word moves so eased.
In hath through others a brevity.
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#2008    Hang his paintings in the bathroom hall.
If a need has such a lovely wall.
But I should think needs are deeper still.
His art we'll hang upon the old free will.
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#2009    And as green as if I knew.
I neared an angel and then it flew.
From what was once a choice of blend.
I spoke no song and wronged a friend.
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#2010    I don't like it. It looks like garbage.
And seems like the rubber worn in youth.
Same dress. Same test.
Same action suit.
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