Alphabet City

The petty would dominate all of our lives,
if they could...and they do

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There's usually one high left
in the dimple of the bag
if you really want it

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The brushstrokes for the bird
are those of the leaves

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How many times
I have talked myself
out of euphoria

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I try to create planes,
horizontal and otherwise,
upon which to ply perspective

at times I succeed in emulating 
the fantasy about me

I often lose my edge
in the wash

deluged, thus I fade

I once created light so real,
I cried

my shadows are surreal,
but they are convincing

I consider all things visible
along the banks, what's overhead,
and reflect those in the water

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By the height of the crest of her wake,
and the ever-increasing size of her form,
I could tell we would soon collide

I love to lick
the mayonnaise spoon

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As he exited the shower, his throbbing manhood spoke volumes,
and she laughed hysterically, never before having seen
a talking penis.

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A chestnut-sided warbler 
shat upon my sheet music
today

After careful review
of the harmony, I
concede her point

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For this I am forever indebted,
for this - to exist - I shall always owe

Oh, what a wonderful crazy life

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