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The Loss of Art in School

There is no good in writing it, for no one cares to read; no point in baking word-filled pies, there’s no one here to feed. There is no point in singing it, for we have all gone deaf; besides, no … Continue reading

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The Heart of Beauty

When Beauty stands alone at last upon the wretched reefs of time and watches as her suitors sink beyond the pale horizon line where tied to masts of providence they’ve closed their senses to her charms and set their sextants … Continue reading

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A Dirge for the Left Wing

So we’ve inaugurated him the Jingo Kid, ol’ Cocaine Slim to serve again as our great chief. Despite the obvious belief of many folks that he’s the spawn of Satan. Soon he will be gone, and who will fill his … Continue reading

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Children of the Garden

Rooted from the garden of our innocence Cut down crosstown, cross time Casting your petals, careless, wind-borne, spilt from your cup like wine Do you, can you, remember it, locked in those vases on the mantle? Is there something that … Continue reading

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Pleasure City

Canto I: Next stop, the driver said, smiling through cracked wicked lips, Pleasure City – we huddled, prenatal, wondering – even in the suburbs the legends grew, spread by the Party Planners, the malcontent underbelly of the American Experience, bastard … Continue reading

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An April Morning: anglo-saxon prosody with a bob and wheel

The sky was shot with grays and greens, and clinging clouds that hung low; from the west, the wind was slight against my face that April night      when first      I found I’d lost my way;      and more, what’s worse,      with … Continue reading

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Against the Cynic: a double refrain ballade

The cynic’s eye sees wreck, despair, the order torn asunder; and finds delight in citing where the world has lost its wonder, his focus on the thunder in soft and gentle rain, and how each stupid blunder makes a life … Continue reading

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