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Poetry Friday

WAKING WHO KNOWS

the great open

doors of the tall

buildings and the grid

of the streets the seed

is a place the stone is a place mind

will burn the world down alone and transparent

will burn the world down tho the starlight is part of ourselves

— George Oppen (1908 – 1984), American [...]

LIKE A STRAIGHT SHOT AFTER MIDNITE

The toughest thing a man may do

is have morals

without the threat of G.O.D.

and in spite of the treachery of society

American or otherwise

expand your heart Grinch-like and let the good stuff flow out of you like a dandelion gone to seed getting kicked to pieces [...]