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    ---- word biscuit ----
    
                       -- old loves edition --
    
                                         09-08-96 - ray heinrich
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    rain, lots of rain; 
    and floods, enough to make a duck laugh.
    -ray
    
    


    < after you left >
    
    
    blue
    me and one of my socks
    
    green
    the other sock
    
    yellow
    the stamp on the letter
    
    orange
    i ate it
    
    red
    the tomatoes i'm cutting up
    for my salad
    
    orange
    the sun right now
    
    yellow
    the stamp on the letter again
    
    green
    but i'm learning
    
    blue
    the blue cheese dressing and me
    
                - - -




    < a picture of you >
    
    a smooth note 
    sits across the table from me
    refuses to reach my ears
    and the hole the quiet makes
    becomes
    a picture of you 
    
        - - -
    

    < bare leg >
    
    one bare leg 
    runs up 
    just far enough
    some hair
    just enough 
    shows 
    we 
    are like our cousins 
    making nests in the trees
    just in time
    for night
    
         - - -
    



    < pitiful history >
    
    i told myself 
    i was loaning you the money
    you needing it most nights 
    sharing a hotel room 
    down on a street
    where i need to walk
    in my old clothes 
    pretending we're friends
    but this little piece
    is for sale
    and i went down on you once 
    too often
    and everybody knows 
    you're a bastard
    but i 
    just can't find any better
    and it's karma i hear 
    over the pissy smell
    of memory
    of wading for you 
    in public restrooms 
    and scratching your number
    on my brain
    while trying
    to get you back
    
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         < anal sex >
    
    is necessary sometimes
    and you can clean your ass
    with warm enemas filled
    with fragrance and alcohol 
    so you get 
    too drunk to fuck
    but
    it doesn't matter
    but 
    it's fun
    but
    it's the closest to a girl us boys can get
    when us boys are together
    and somehow 
    aren't happy
    as we should be 
    being 
    just boys
    
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           < simple >

  Unrequited longing is difficult 
  stuff for me and of course i 
  cry at about every stupid film 
  i see and lots of other people 
  do too cause we are all trying 
  to get something back and grieving 
  cause we can't and we are all 
  comforted by words that prove 
  that somebody else out there is 
  in the same place too.


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    < summer nights >
    
    summer nights 
    at first 
    are quiet
    but towards the end
    they roar
    
         - - -
        



       < rose street >

    in a neighborhood of streets
    named after flowers
    you 
    find yourself on rose
    greeting me
    as i come 
    from begonia
    on my way 
    to marigold

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        < sharing >
    
    the same word 
    presses 
    the same tear
    
    the one you used yesterday
    is 
    the one i use today
    
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    _______________________________________________________________
    and all this stuff is (C) 1996 ray heinrich.
    you have my permission to copy it and post it as long as it 
    doesn't involve charging money (kinda redundant, after all, 
    it IS poetry), not part of any pro-republican campaign literature,
    and you include:
    "(C) 1996 ray heinrich - comments welcome send to: ray@vais.net"

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