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the poems on this page:

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    < sky color >

     < and after >

    < like the new life you are >

    < and this is your brain on love >

    < waking with you >

    < flying to the islands >

    < lost in the wires >

    < the moon tonight >

    < true love 1 2 3 >

    < christmas paper >

    < homesick for the lost continent >

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        < sky color > 


 the sky was the color you expect
 and you were a part of the sky
 i was standing looking up
 it was the only thing i could do

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	< and after >
The position of the time the workings of the day produce the frame i see you in
and after
You say my name in the sun in the wind where the birds float with each word that fills me in
Through the next window the music seems never to repeat
and after We drift on the tide of hours waves of each moment providing direction showing me yourself then myself as we make our way through this day When you leave it could be groceries it could be forever and after It will be and I try not to think of that too much but who can help it and the day ends too As I hear your voice again drawing us up making this life on the breeze floating us with the birds and after ---
   < like the new life you are >

     your eye is out
     and you look so quickly
     and change so fast
     like the new life you are
     just freshly delivered from
     the belly of an earthy
     bird that used to sing to me 
     in the mornings 
     and yes 
     there it is again
     with your voice
     singing to me
     calling across canyons
     across a bright sun
     across the whole
     continent of america

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   < and this is your brain on love >

     was i talking to you
     about roller coasters?
     about why we end up
     at the top again
     "but people need to do this"
     i say to you
     trying to abstract myself
     out of using words like
     "you" and "me"
     too close in a sentence
     cause it causes 
     just a little too much feeling
     just a little too much hormone

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    < waking with you >

     here
     my eyes fall
     at the rise 
     of a sleeping chest
     in a slow light 
     they fall back
     into our quiet dream
     to hold you
     as you've always 
     held me
     gently 
     like a warm blanket
     a soft pillow

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   < flying to the islands >

     it won't be with you
     thoughts whisper
     but when
     flying to the islands
     there are always voices
     whispering
     taking the worries
     from the room i left
     in childhood
     from the mother waking me
     waking me for 
     flying to the islands
     i watch an ocean
     filled with the sun
     filled with waves
     of uncertainty
     it won't be with you
     thoughts whisper
     and drift with my 
     thoughts of you

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    < lost in the wires  >

     we all want
     this even life
     this vision of beauty
     looking at us
     like the crowd looks
     at the singer 
     we see in ourselves
     in the mirror
     in the night dreaming
     of someone far away
     and feeling stupid
     about crying
     about being lonely
     in a world
     so filled with love
     and poetry
     that it even flows
     from our machines
     connected
     in the night 
     with tiny treads
     that weave themselves
     across a continent
     and find you

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     < the moon tonight >

     the old forest 
     brushes
     the wind through my ears
     like the wisper 
     of your voice
     washing over me
     like this old forest
     brushes the wind
     brushes  you as far
     as the the moon tonight

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  < true love  1 2 3 >


 #1  < together >

     here we are
     my limbs 
     bound to yours
     with packing tape
     the fiberglass filaments
     cutting into us
     feeling
     the slippery warmth 
     of blood
     waiting
     for the numbness
     to releive

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   #2  < science >

     pressing the shock button
     pulling the food cord
     crawling
     in the maze
     of your body
     again and again
     (for statistical significance)
     but never
     agreeing
     on the pain
     or the orgasm

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 #3  < to the point >
 
     writing directly
     on myself
     captures the feeling
     but the knife is dull
     writing directly 
     on you
     my poem reaches
     from lip to breast
     now
     my knife is sharp

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      < christmas paper >

     i took your face today
     i wrapped it up
     with the paper 
     that we used for christmas
     for christmas last year
     and we stayed up
     folding it
     folding it 
     into the shapes
     of kids
     into the life 
     we wanted
     what to do
     with the paper that's left over?
     i took your face today
     i wrapped it up

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 < homesick for the lost continent  >

     there's an answer 
     on my machine today
     in between all those messages
     some of them from my father
     from each stop on his trip
     some of them from you
     i remember sitting 
     across the table from you 
     you looking at me
     and each of us 
     so homesick 
     for the lost continent
     i'm waiting 
     for that lost continent
     to come back from the ocean
     i'm waiting for the water to drain
     from its caves
     i'm waiting for the moss 
     to take hold again
     and for the seabirds to come
     i am homesick 
     for the lost continent
     i am staring at you staring at me
     in the space of time 
     the earth regains a tree
     i have regained you
     but we both still sit
     and when we stare 
     at each other
     we are still homesick 
     for the lost continnent
     we have become
     older 
     and our time is slowed
     and trees can be 
     like fountains 
     coming from the earth
     and the seasons 
     come fast enough
     to produce 
     the sensation of motion
     we are waiting
     the parts of us are waiting
     for the next salesman 
     coming to our door 
     selling the promise of rebirth
     making us homesick again
     for the lost continent

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