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in the end

In the end, you look at him still NoT convinced you don’t mingle the minutes shrug on               dropped                         down                               down you lift ask pull       name free know      Don’t        stop all words, including title, from page 112 of Shutter Island by Dennis … Continue reading

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some mind

the world for them believe me as if a mouse scratched a dirty pencil doodle on the back table           please, please           stop all words, including title, from page 111 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #99 of the First … Continue reading

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simple dream

No the honest work No the genuine trying No the smooth voice no.      Instead,      some rich kids make a      Not ever again normal life      for those still here                                   living all words, including title, from page 110 of Shutter Island by … Continue reading

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gears and bolts and hinges

what scares me most      not him it’s all those pieces, the whole system tapped all trapped straining    listless    carved up if it slips, if it cracks, – when it does – all goes haywire all words, including title, from page … Continue reading

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file notes

power makes vulnerable makes scared forehead falling tilted hands smooth      permanently in      denial over his re      sponsibility all words, including title, from page 108 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #96 of the First 100 Days series, and poem … Continue reading

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the ridiculous standard

time    in your head       ticking          scratch-scratch             Squeaky                permanently damp                   a nail-biter            the past is everywhere all words, except the title, from page 107 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #95 of the First 100 Days series, and poem #24 … Continue reading

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I Got A Cold

I got a cold      stubbled wreck      leading away      hunched tics sizzling I got a cold      a can of peas, scratching      edges of a scab like a horseshoe      thumbnail sketch of an actual shouting crab I got a cold      delicately scratched … Continue reading

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in our life

beyond gone    smoky pavement    pressed charcoal    indistinct squall    remember the tree line    like a fuzzy dream                     wasted all words, including title, from page 104 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #93 of the First 100 Days series, and poem … Continue reading

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awning

patients began to wonder stayed silent so vision really hits full fallen switchboard steady disappeared underwater what brought you here all words, including title, from page 103 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #92 of the First 100 Days … Continue reading

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Hawaii

the island out there on the other side sucked out air of first line guide watched sheets break kept sure hand against codes he makes to wall off land with one sheet of paper sluice down it, tired, escape what … Continue reading

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