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    ---- word biscuit ----
    
             -- refrigerated garden demon edition --
    
                                         07-31-96 - ray heinrich
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    another water poem and two watering the garden poems (and 
    more stuff).  happy summer again.
    
    -ray, your local seriously whimsical modern hobbyist poet.
    
    
    
        
          < nothing >
        
        there is nothing
        between you
        between the air
        between the motion of the day
        and the quiet of the floor
        and the water
        the sound of water
        flowing 
        through the ground
        beneath you
        
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            < my eyes >       
            
            my eyes
            are round
            like most eyes
            round and filled
            with jelly
            not to be eaten
            i tell the wolves
            but they just laugh
            
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             < wanting to be gardens >
            
            we
            had wanted to be
            gardens
            filled with flowers and bees
            industrious
            fitting into this world
            at the joyful places
            the bright connections
            
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           < old gardens >
        
        old gardens with flowers
        filled with flowers
        in old gardens
        the flowers 
        are the ones that come back
        and old gardens tend 
        to be tended by hands
        made older by the sun
        made brown like the leaves
        the old leaves in old gardens
        old gardens which tend
        to be tended 
        by old hands
         
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              < through the window > 
            
            the shadow of the building
            moves
            as the sun 
            forms it into the hand of a giant clock
            grabbing the day
            and pushing it to one side
            
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             < the beast >
        
        as the beast takes us apart
        no neatness is expected
        no list of taxes
        no timesheet of hours
        no deductions for charity
        
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          < the singular spirit of darkness >
            
            what the people who believe
            in ghosts and spirits
            would call 
            the devil
            i call 
            the singular spirit of darkness
            who waits outside
            for every one of us
            coming in turn
            in our own form 
            and asking 
            not to buy
            but just to borrow
            
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       < the refrigerator >
        
        but you
        are reading this now
        and as each word
        coasts 
        through the air
        directly 
        into your eye
        
        you 
        
        who had hoped 
        when you started this
        had hoped 
        like opening the door
        had hoped 
        like looking 
        into 
        the refrigerator
        
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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's 
    not-for-profit (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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