Audio Poem of the Day

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as freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
or molehills are from mountains made
—long enough and just so long....

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I acknowledge my status as a stranger:
When deeds splay before us
precious as gold & unused chances
stripped from the whine-bone....

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The missile to launch a missile
was almost a secret.
Two male Ph.D.’s were picked
and primed to fill it....

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Behind the wedding couple, a mirror harbours
their reception.
Outside, from the verandah, the harbour mirrors
the exception....

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All sons sleep next to mothers, then alone, then with others
Eventually, all our sons bare molars, incisors
Meanwhile, mothers are wingless things in a room of stairs
A gymnasium of bars and ropes, small arms hauling self over self....

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O, she says (because she loves to say O),
O to this cloud-break that ravels the night,
O to this moon, its mouthful of sorrow,
O shallow grass and the nettle burr’s bite....

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Is the governor falling
From a great height?
Arm in arm we fled the brassiere factory,
The motion-boat stayed on the shore....

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I acknowledge my status as a stranger:
Inappropriate clothes, odd habits
Out of sync with wasp and wren.
I admit I don’t know how....

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There is no stillness in this wood.
The quiet of this clearing
Is the denial of my hearing
The sounds I should....

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This strange thing must have crept
Right out of hell.
It resembles a bird’s foot
Worn around the cannibal’s neck....