Wikipedia Poem, No. 892
infested through next week.
Dead, I could not
be allowed to move when my rabbit ran away
it is usually a red dress that day.
When my leg went west. The dead I could not say—
owned what a belief.
I could not say—so who owns this chief relief. I could be.
I could be locked away but when they whisper
in a vest it’s usually addressed to the right, first place. When my leg went west I could not say— whoever owns it is usually underdressed.
Move when my rabbit runs away: It is
unusually in first place. When they are so usable assume one of their lips looks away.
Source: Ruefle, Mary. “When Adults Talk”. Seattle: Wave Books, 2011. Print. Selected Poems.
Broken Lance, Joseph M. Gerace, 2019
I am not even vaguely interested,
though for a quarter I could be.
I was not allowed to move but when my leg went dead
I cheered it on in the first place.
When they whisper they ought to wear a lead vest.
Their lips look like personified oysters.
When they shout it is usually addressed
to the dead body who owned it before us.
We can safely assume one of them is born
every minute of the day.
When my rabbit ran away it was a great relief.
I could not say so—who would understand?—
So I cried for a week.
Source: Ruefle, Mary. “When Adults Talk.” Seattle: Wave Books, 2011. Print. Selected Poems.
sniffing around behind Carmine Starnino
I found it, and alas, it was utterly restored
The initial day of a calendar serves as a historical time-lapse camera. And, basically, it is the same day that keeps recurring in the guise of holidays, which are days of remembrance.
The dream of life is dreamed on a bed that is too hard.
The mind seeks what is dead, since what is living escapes it
[The NRA] should either put up or admit there is no Second Amendment guarantee … We are confident in our challenge because there is no confusion in the law on the issue.
A well-regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
The more I handled things and learned their names and uses, the more joyous and confident grew my sense of kinship with the rest of the world.
to where my blood runs
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