| "I had many things to write, but I will not with ink and pen write unto thee..." |
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| JANUARY, METRO a young girl giggles, shirt tail girl, sundress girls in a few months you never can imagine ever needing plastic surgery. High pert asses, thick dark brown hair. My mother always said my hair had golden glints as hair dressers thinned what was too thick. If I understood Chinese, I'd know what is making her laugh and smile so. If I understood how in this grey back to work day she could bubble, half sing, maybe I could try to too copyright LYN LIFSHIN |
| "Poetry endangers the established order in the soul." |
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| IF YOU WRITE ABOUT WHAT YOU KNOW SOMEONE SAYS you have no imagination. If it's the blues I should use Scrabble words to describe men in a coal mine, all poly- syllabic. Alembic, Polymorphous, nothing you could see or touch, certainly not feel. I'd have the miner's semaphores rise minus the distraction of a one trick retina, a Betty Boop dance, a wafer of the cross their languishing women taste falling and falling copyright LYN LIFSHIN |
| "Repair Your Mind...Read More Poetry!" |
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| RAGE, JANUARY the only color on a day of pewter shapes, a deep red, color of a tulip of blood. Its glass petals so fragile a heart beat could shatter them stain Wednesday 'all the fine arts are species of poetry' |
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