| 4/14/2009
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forgot this again
guilt without a regimen
is often waved off |
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12:36 PM
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| 3/26/2009
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we had dreams this week
admitted to each other
coworkers giggle |
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11:56 PM
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| 3/25/2009
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grumpy old grandpa
snarks about how no one helps
and thus no one helps |
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5:29 PM
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| 3/24/2009
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the plastic handcuffs
of customer service wage
retain my spirit |
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1:34 PM
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| 3/23/2009
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a simple thing is
to come to this site and post
except when it's not |
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1:49 PM
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| 10/08/2008
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Due to school dealines
and other obligations
Haiku Nurse will not be posting
until late November
thanks! |
| posted by Julie @
1:42 PM
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| 10/06/2008
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rain and rain and rain
the patio roof should hold
but one drip gets through |
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11:56 PM
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| 10/05/2008
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do you serve refills
I should like some more soda
and another life |
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12:11 AM
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| 10/04/2008
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an awkward distance
how you show me your jacket
but not how you are |
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2:09 AM
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| 10/03/2008
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i thought i was poor
wallet full of coins and cards
Cerulean blue sky |
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1:52 AM
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| 10/02/2008
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our neighbor stops by.
what ever made you want birds?
he asks. my love says, free eggs. |
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12:14 AM
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| 10/01/2008
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his hair is bound back
a frayed, brown, greasy ringlet
two teeth stained yellow |
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11:13 PM
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| 9/30/2008
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when the sun drops dark
the chickens all make a fuss
not wanting to sleep |
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10:57 PM
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| 9/29/2008
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tiny ripe apple
pinot noir red and the size
of a baby's foot |
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1:03 AM
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| 9/28/2008
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plate with wax paper
reheated slice of pizza
cold pint of amber |
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11:53 PM
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| 9/27/2008
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monkey in zoo cage
too-long finger curved to nose
sitting on concrete |
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11:49 PM
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| 9/26/2008
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roses are wilted
street sweeper eats the petals
a watery path |
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12:32 AM
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"...I am an artist who does not want to restore/If I have some fragment which is lovely to view from one side/I know to turn that side to the wall, like a jealous man/He who actually sees, sees only what he is without/knows, that however he asks the model to alter her pose/he'll paint only what is missing, perhaps a light that is gone/Displeased he lays the picture on the heap, begins another/The picture decays, if he paints over he'll see a void..."
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