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Nostalgia barks at me sometimes ...

DerrickTyson — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 22:26:00 +0000

Nostalgia barks at me sometimes louder than a monk’s silence Today slipped on my own words Oil spots on the tongue the way the moon has hung and hung and hung in the sky like a heavy jar full of stained glass holding the universe’s milk Pale eyes ...

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“The good government site ...

DerrickTyson — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 13:16:27 +0000

“The good government site with teeth.” With teeth, they preach. Do not expect a vogue, nor a boudoir courtesy, like disrobing the poem (mutilations, deformations), but perhaps do, and I can think of several ways this poem might thank you ...

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Comehither, O rain! Loose ends, ...

DerrickTyson — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 17:17:12 +0000

Comehither, O rain! Loose ends, covered in the plateau. Today, my soul is overflowing with picturesque friction. If I peeled it back like trace paper, many words would be revealed like frantic insects hidden under a worn tree stump.

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PREHISTORIC

DerrickTyson — Fri, 04 Sep 2009 23:07:07 +0000

Yesterday was Pre-historic. I didn’t see it with special glasses. 1969-2009: 40th anniversary of first ATM Machine. 1969. Also the year of airplane hijacks and the year that Larry Lewis set a new world’s record for runners in the 100-years-or-older ...

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THE CONTEMPORARY EAR

DerrickTyson — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 23:56:55 +0000

Is “often” a word you seldom use? A contemporary ear. I feel my brain in my heart — unremitting surveillance. Sharp points. Someone place my finger -prints in a sealed envelope. I wish that I was that pitcher getting his head rubbed with a wet, ...

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PREDICTIONS

DerrickTyson — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 14:03:04 +0000

Her moods change quicker than a warden filled with rodomontade — asterisks above the head. “Predictions are dumb” ...

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THE FUTURE

DerrickTyson — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 22:47:28 +0000

I have seen the future and it works — I am not playing Freud either. “I’m fine, ...

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He said that John Wayne movies ...

DerrickTyson — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 15:03:42 +0000

He said that John Wayne movies exhausted him, felt their lingering presence since watching them with his father as a child. I feel notions of my own mortality tightly gripped, like legendary icons slipping away. I prop my chin on the knuckles of my ...

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No ranking weight. I wish there were ...

DerrickTyson — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 04:04:00 +0000

No ranking weight. I wish there were no boundaries in our geography. I’m a Gap person . . . (Not the store) But rather, an opened door. What is your bread-and-butter? “Bread and butter.” Warm in here. I feel like fanning myself with a newspaper. ...

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I just out-ran time for a ...

DerrickTyson — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 19:08:54 +0000

I just out-ran time for a moment. Where did my body go? Hint of a hue. Hint: standing near you. ...

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Hebesphenomegacorona

Nostalgia barks at me sometimes ...

&ldquo;The good government site ...

Comehither, O rain! Loose ends, ...

PREHISTORIC

THE CONTEMPORARY EAR

PREDICTIONS

THE FUTURE

He said that John Wayne movies ...

No ranking weight. I wish there were ...

I just out-ran time for a ...

“The good government site ...