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I Don't Like To Go There

I don't like to go there. I like to go there With someone who Likes to go there. I like to go there with you.

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You're Looking Towards Me And I Am Looking Into Your Eyes

Your eyes are brown and black And they remind me of holes We dug in the earth as children Looking for China Not knowing how far-away Far-away things are Not knowing what to expect Not knowing why to stop Not knowing, but our faith was Deep I'm looking into your eyes And I am seeing as far as I can see Maybe everyone has eyes like this, but I don't look at everyone's eyes like this, so I wouldn't know

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I Went To The Park

I went to the park With a book by Pablo Neruda He said That his critics, Who called his poetry "impure" Would all fall On their faces In the snow. He said That there ought to be "Impure poetry" Because everything.. (The soil..) (The wood..) (The railings On train stations..) (The affections..) (The doorknobs..) Everything.. Is degraded By our touch. Anyway, You weren't at the park So I stopped pretending to read And went home

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Robotic Wife Anxieties

I love you as you are: Red signals in your eyes.

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In Hyperreality

In hyperreality The wealthy Utilize women In the absence of Adequately sophisticated mannequins.

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Poem For Unfamiliar, Deceased

We've never met or anything. And we won't, now. When I first heard about you I heard a joke you made About killing yourself. When I heard your best friend Was mourning your death I didn't speak to her Because I wasn't her best friend. We spoke in my imagination, though. In my imagination I said "Her pain is ended," When I first heard about you I had hoped we would meet And become good friends Because I have joked about That, too.

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I Thought About The Fist

I Thought About The Fist I thought about The Fist, Striking me. The Fist has never struck me Outside my thoughts But all my life, I think I really Imagined it would someday. And still from time to time I feel and see flash-visions Of The Fist striking, Bloated and red and heavy I wonder if I have high blood pressure, Too...

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Upcoming book, summer 2016

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Right In The Garbage

When I imagine where These poems Might go, Well, I try & be optimistic.

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I Watched A Man Suffer

I watched a man suffer On the subway He threw something but missed "Ah, the nerve damage kicking in," he muttered But he didn't say it to himself Like some homeless He was speaking to everyone He was speaking to me When he rolled his wheelchair Down the aisle He said "Heads up!" He was different Humble, but not so humble Proud, but so not proud Anyway, I watched him Grip the rail, and wince. He did not cry out, But I watched him. I was too shy to Speak, But I watched him.

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Most American families draw substance from a classical trademark, our national viciousness. Dining and aggression go together like no person has ever made progress anywhere. When I bring my partner in between the family walls, love enters the house announced, a patent pink heel meant to clash with all our other distractions. I apologize and he says “you all have many dynamics.” I understand this to be a polite way of saying “you all deal with so much shit.” I wear yellow when I leave to go have sex, when I feel eager to crush myself into a smaller perspective. I wear red only sometimes. When love and sickness are close-coming on.

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I Thought I Was Fine

I thought I was fine All day today I sat In the sun With friends I had Two beers At the Outdoor bar I bought Two records At the Record store I ate Two slices Of Vegan pizza When I got home tonight I realized I was completely detached And so I thought of You, again We haven't Talked In a long time I texted you To ask About Grad school You told me It's cool I give up

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People Don't Declare

People don’t declare War anymore They just have regional conflicts On futons

And somebody’s Unattached polyamorous sensual liaison Is somebody else’s Lebanese Christian mercenary death squad

Nobody likes to be labeled -DTed2016

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Nausea

My skin turned to thin ice You gave me A nostalgic feeling I thought to Write a poem About how sweet you are But as you passed I couldn't think And once you'd gone I couldn't remember -DTed2015

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Untitled

I was the passenger, And Next to you, The driver, I felt The weight of something. -DTed2015

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Thoughts

I thought of a poem about The hole in the sky, but I don't feel like thinking About those things.. I thought up a hundred ways To remind someone I love them, But I don't feel like Thinking about them.. I thought of how often I Don't feel like thinking, but Still I have these thoughts.. And I will forget things, also -dted2015

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Two Negative Magnets

Two negative magnets. Are they glad to be apart? Or do their faces Secretly press Against the divide, Yearning? Anyway, The sex was weird And we haven't spoken much Since then. -DTed2015