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-- word biscuit --
-- all nuzzlely edition --
01-17-99 -- ray heinrich
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well, more or less (but still in love)
-ray
< we were these dogs >
beneath the cliffs
waves
breaking at our feet
white
and black
and mixed
and breeding
all of us
shaped
like the future we knew would come
panting
slowly
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< a newer new newness nestles snugly >
and huddles up and burrows
curls
nuzzlely
against you
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< you >
you have never left me
there is always
some echo of you
late
when it's quiet
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< side by side >
on the kitchen counter
warm beer
cold tea
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< flowers >
spring ones
frozen and dying in the surprise of winter
and of a dream
without mercy
and my mom
warning me of paper clips
and electric outlets
(i tried them anyway)
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< all barnedup & nobleized >
that small bookstore around the corner
is a dry-cleaner's now
as my town
becomes barnedup & nobleized
but zuzu's petals (http://www.zuzu.com/)
i never expected it of you
(though of course
you started holding poetry contests
a while back
so i guess
it was just
a matter of time)
next
i expect
you'll start selling
third-world kidneys and livers
to raise money
to spread the habit of literature
to the rest of us
who will be buying it
(of course)
all barnedup & nobleized
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< heat >
when i sleep
you seem far away
sometimes inches
and i need you close
paper close
to the heat
of your sun
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< love dream >
a pattern for hell
discovered
on your newest shoe
and as i lick it
and try to clean it off
you imagine
it's your genitalia
but
it's just a boot
and not even
my favorite flavor
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< another pattern for hell >
your panty hose
wrapped gently
around your neck
leave only enough air
to realize
you
have no control
it's those republicans
or your mom
or dad
or maybe
that seventh boss of yours
and if you only had a gun
of course there wouldn't be tomorrow
but
you don't
and so there's miles to drive
to pick up kids
and make some bucks
to buy those shoes
or not
the hurt
the rocks
they throw
can be ignored
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< knowing >
i once slept with a woman who knew
and once
yes
even a man
and it doesn't take much
just some night
and not being able
to find
your favorite flavor of ice cream
or not being able
to find
your child alive
this
in El Salvador and you don't have to wonder why
i'm always delighted in any aspect
of ronald reagon's sufferings
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< paint >
stuck to your nails
and every day you go
and do this
make
these colors
successful
and after all these years
you measure this
by the ones you sell
('they're a piece of me'
you said
'that i will never shed')
but now you say
that it's ok
that it's just sharing
that it's power
that it's we need more space
inside this room
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< beautiful >
it's dawn
and the fine horizon
is just defined
and you
sleeping by me
are beautiful
sleeping by me
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< miracles >
you can love me
without fucking me
you can sleep with me
night after night
through thirteen years
of depression
when you should have shot me
when you should have left
when i should have shot me
or shouldn't have
cause it was just
some chemicals
and when i took some others
it mostly
went away
leaving only
the dreams
and you
still there
fixing me up
telling me things
even you
didn't believe
but you stayed
anyway
in sickness and in health
and what can i say
when i can't even
show you this
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< down >
waking
next to you
layered on me
a warm goose
am i
mating for life
against
your fine down
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stock bio:
ray heinrich is an ex-texas technofreak and hippie-socialist
wannabe who lives on the outskirts of washington d.c.
he writes poems for thrills and attention. over the years
his work has appeared in many small, insignificant publications
both in and out of cyberspace. in real life he repairs computers,
has always been married, loves dogs, and owns a blue fish.
copyright notice:
all this is copyright 1999 by ray heinrich and the free
state of dogs. comments are VERY welcome (send to:
ray@scribbledyne.com ), ALWAYS read and LOVED as proof
that someone out there acknowledges my existence, but
not always responded to which is a greedy, selfish act
on my part which i'm trying not to commit quite as often
-- i'm not wearing any pants though the shirt i used to wear
had a quote on it from noam chomsky and i still have some
chew marks left on me by a small, obstinate poodle who was
curled up, sleeping, resting his head on my feet a few minutes
ago but is now upstairs barking at a squirrel.
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