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"i don't think this next poem needs any introduction-- it's best to let the words speak for themselves"- Billy Collins, in his poem, "The Introduction."

10.26.2004

madeline 

madeline
lives in the back of her vw van


(from 196osomethin or 70somethin, that
used to be stuck in the ground, that
we liberated, laughing)
madeline is liberated
from
cities
gritty
crack-cocaine
houses
that used to be southern plantations
and i see her laughing incantations
to rich people and vegetables
(andsheisbeautiful)
madeline has a skirt she made
and an education she made
and a life she made
from old patterns she found
on the ground
that she aligns
in new designs
that are beautiul

she is full
of home-grown sweet tomatoes and sweet potatoes
that she'll shit into holes
that she'll sit on. alone. under a sky that has clouds that go on and on forever
she tells us her story it goes on forever
and i think it's because she likes to follow the sky.

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heard Ana @ 11:22 AM

10.18.2004

wish 

give me
this concrete this dirt this green (grass) this blue (sky)
but pry my eyes open
my lips open
my lungs open
(because)
i want to swallow the sun
as it lulls me to sleep
(in its circles,
its darkness.)
i want to breathe the sky
choke on clouds
down the blue
the sound of blue
has yet to be heard
and the dirt...
i want to become the dirt
(and i will)

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heard Ana @ 7:11 PM