Poets, know we never wanted that
Not even a poem can knock us down
but we got what we got; we stand ready
Old guys don’t have as much inventory
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is about what you’re not holding now
at the exact same moment, and poetry
we all want two opposite things, always
And I have a secret for you. I believe
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in such a way that it’s newspaper true
I was more than me because you said it
10 or 12 more ghost feet to my height
the invisible things that maybe brought
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I know have added to my life, safekeeping
All the poets I never heard, never read
their bitter hot tests to wake you up
squishy and sweet. Poets are coffee
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but I love all poets like saltwater taffy
and they got to be hardened steel
Old guys maybe lived on the anvil
a poet is like getting cooked alive
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becomes a heartburst of love. Being
your truck, and lied in divorce court
upside down--the ex-wife who stole
We’ll watch it end first, so it flows
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like a horror when it all departs.
how do poets live? Beauty hurts
of my last consciousness. Tell me
will collide in noise over the cliff
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“You’ll be Niagara Falls.” Memories
Hope I do What would a poet say
volume of gone Hope I don’t feel it
My fear is the poetry of that moment
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then appear for welcome embraces
until you’re finally empty. The dead
of flowers that drop one by one away
that feels wonderful. Each an armful
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it’s goodbye to family and friends, love
terribly visible, as you die annoyed, then
You read what’s not been crossed off
list wallpapered to the inside of my head
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There’s a lot left to do, and it hangs there
fear of dying, but more running out of time
If I drink too much, it’s not that old feverish
and one by one, I stared all but one down
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I started this world scared of a lot of things
because you can’t ever match it in happy
Listen, you can’t be sad and sad for long
we stay happy after a good car camping trip
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I shortened mourning to same number of days
it’s all just ticks of the clock that I was born in
Bad times have come, and they’ll come again
I can’t fall down, or hesitate. Can’t get sick
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But, people need me. CASH NOW. No moods
I have a lot? Well, the sun comes up, and I go
I’m out of jail with no threat of going soon
car that runs, money for food and beer, plus
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Ah, how can I explain if I’ve a place to stay
Get compact. When you billow out, you’re cut
Streamline it, man, to carve a sense of control
Just love what you have when it all stays put
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because their length extends right into trouble
We stop believing in arms to reach out and grab
my teeth must be spring-loaded to have any left
Been kicked around by so many people I trusted
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