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Guest House
This is a big poem.
Pine and snow.
Like a black-capped chickadee.
Like a black-capped chickadee you could not imagine holding trial in a
courtroom.
I need a fraction. I need pine and ice.
I need __________on the page.
The cars outside my window are no different than ocean.
I take my ocean for a drive. Like my grandmother loved deer?
Seals are rare though here.
New people come to where I stay.
They are looking for seals.
They know special people
who know where the seals are.
Okay, good luck.
In the end I'm just a deflated bolus. Paper lung.
In the end you're just glad your name isn't Roy.
I never pay attention to temperature requirements.
And I won't right click to display grammar suggestions.
Has a cardinal ever been hit by a bicycle?
Can birdseed think?
At this point the waves come in like frosting.
When I run to the bathroom the poem is good.
How many cats have been pierced by falling icicles?
Feline AIDS is also a problem.
The wind is playing the ocean like a harp.
The saprophytes are smiling.
Black-capped chickadee divided by snow equals pine.
We thought it was a baby seal but it was just a rock.
Beige had its chance to be my favorite color.
In the end all luggage is name brand.
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Back From the Guest House
It's either rake or snow-shovel.
Fish crow or flagpole.
I thought somewhere in between there'd be a bottle of beer.
I took down the plastic chairs and tossed your barbed wire, dear litterbug.
When are your verklempt cats going to leave the tea cup?
I needed more ocean and I've driven to get it.
We lived like vagabonds.
So glad to be alive for the health walk.
My sister calls me "gums" because of a dream.
We went to flea markets & ball games.
There were no "Roys" on the boardwalk, thank god,
but there was a Roy look-a-like
who had removed some raccoons.
Many men held their arms too high for a-walking.
The marsh hawk dihedral is what I've really come home for.
I once mistook a plastic bag for a snowy owl.
It's a long story that begins in an observation tower...
I won't get into it but she's better than most field guides.
Blue stone, blue mud, blue bone—these were not allowed at the guest
house.
My mood has been replaced by a filing cabinet.
I think it's harder to use O in a poem than to blow a perfect smoke ring.
Where is the elephant that escaped at Zach's Bay?
Who's keeping tab on WWI veterans?
Clouds have never been considered foreground.
In my "Sunken City" this would not be the case.
The javelins are thrown and the couple is wed.
The couple mates for life which is the distance between two javelins.
Why should I live with them and do their dishes?
I've raked away your little bone garden.
The memory of clotheslines has begun a new communication.
I can hear them tapping the ground.
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Encore, Guest House
I might have to bring my own cheese.
Mist provides an opportunity to Braille the unknown jetty.
When Louisiana has run out of 45s what's left?
The anxiety rash is a foregone conclusion.
Grandfather bungees out of a tree.
Let's get serious for a moment—
What differentiates "Roy" from the rest of us is the desire to epoxy
an eagle.
My "health bread" tells me the baker's a hangdog.
I'm so down-in-the-mouth.
Once you drive ocean you'll always drive ocean.
Too many cats go to rackets.
I've been wondering what happens to a forest after you burn it.
A grey pony reminds me of foam.
When the drawbridges open the weakfish return.
I jimmy with lilac.
Which brings me to a closer understanding of how flasks amber.
Why Asia cannot match the slant-6.
I can't find myself in the stadium.
I would have compared genetic mapping to fast food
but my grandmother's having a hard time with soil.
So many ducks we don't feed.
A granular application will most likely reduce your arousal.
To get the most out of your owl stand back.
A ferry moves into my corpse pose and drowns out crickets.
This may be a sign.
What I think connects with what you think and so the mirror.
Febrile, facile, facsimile—these are not conjugated at the guest
house.
The difference between now and then is now's "biogenesis"
was then's "cedar waxwing."
My doctor believes in hydraulics to the point of exhaustion.
I know the hibachi's not for seed.
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