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Here to There Leaving home to go back home. Moving through the city to come back to the city. I miss you—home. My desert quaintness. My past schooling neighboring lettuce fields. I greet my coyotes, roadrunners, mourning doves, and cattle with a tear and a smile. I never thought the smell of manure could smell so sweet. Every inch of you is familiar to me. Arrival is as if everything stood still as I was away. Coming home to you is letting out a sigh I was not aware was there. Inviting me to see your sun rise and your sun set. There’s nothing there. There’s something there. No surprises. I know you. I love you.

Oh my mourning dove How I love to hear you coo A mother’s heartbeat

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It’s going to kill you and you couldn't care less Maybe this is a part of life You’ll never win—even when you do, you lose Please learn to forget all of this

Maybe this is a part of life Let me scream into that chest of yours Please learn to forget all of this Saying it out loud makes it seem so small

Let me scream into that chest of yours There's no way everyone around us is content Saying it out loud makes it seem so small Let us be drunk forevermore

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i’m tired

wasn’t it last sunday when you called me

asking for a warm embrace for the night?

was it my arms where you wanted to be?

if you called now they would be yours tonight

i am exhausted from my performance

why must i surrender to your phrases?

will i ever amount to importance?

your words will always be lasting traces

we never shared a look—an unfeigned look

would you tell me if you truly saw me?

wait, is what i did really all it took?

i guess that is what it takes to be free

i’ll give into you—i’ll give all to you

i’ll give you the best view—you’ve got no clue

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Again

Is that rain or am I crying again?

Will we commence this lying again?

I won’t question my fussing again

but all the while I can’t help prying again.

Seems as if I’m surely bothering again

because you’re crucifying again.

Will you ever join me in smiling again?

We shouldn’t be complying again.

Don’t we dare let this continue happening again.

I, ********, beg of you— stop trying, again.

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Word

I am lying even now-I give you my word. Kind of a picnic, an occupied shoe.  My word!

My telegram arrives,  no one's  there  to read it- not  even he who  on  tombs  will bedew  my word.

Danger invites  rescue, we have a good thing  going. So let's  break everything,  please rescue  my word.

The  ghost said nothing  that  added  to our  knowledge. Upon the  candle-which lit itself-who blew my word?

I'm  at home,  betrothed  to blue, with  her  refracted light. The light is home,  this  blue is blue all through  my word.

Hard to say who's  winning.  Nobody is winning. Kansas City! Oriental  art!  Big Zoo! My word!

I took the  shortest  route  through  Beliefs  sad country when  archangels,  on  the  Word's  command,  slew my word.

This  erasure  tilts  words  toward  memory or tilts against your word-at the  tiny hour  of two-my word. 

Forgive me, please, could we be  alone forever? I have never been  alone; I'll live to rue  my word.

Our  silence, Beloved Enemy, is not  beyond whatever  love has  done  to your word,  to my word.

Now don't  put  on,  please, that  face, just  wait  for me here. I stand  no one  up. See you in a few. My word.

Will the  barbarians  bring  again their  invisible language? They were the  solution,  they foreknew my word.

Yours too, Shahid,  will be  a radical departure. You'll go out  of yourself and then  into  my word. 

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Tonight

Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell tonight? Whom else from rapture’s road will you expel tonight? Those “Fabrics of Cashmere—” “to make Me beautiful—” “Trinket”—to gem—“Me to adorn—How tell”—tonight? I beg for haven: Prisons, let open your gates— A refugee from Belief seeks a cell tonight. God’s vintage loneliness has turned to vinegar— All the archangels—their wings frozen—fell tonight. Lord, cried out the idols, Don’t let us be broken; Only we can convert the infidel tonight. Mughal ceilings, let your mirrored convexities multiply me at once under your spell tonight. He’s freed some fire from ice in pity for Heaven. He’s left open—for God—the doors of Hell tonight. In the heart’s veined temple, all statues have been smashed. No priest in saffron’s left to toll its knell tonight. God, limit these punishments, there’s still Judgment Day— I’m a mere sinner, I’m no infidel tonight. Executioners near the woman at the window. Damn you, Elijah, I’ll bless Jezebel tonight. The hunt is over, and I hear the Call to Prayer fade into that of the wounded gazelle tonight. My rivals for your love—you’ve invited them all? This is mere insult, this is no farewell tonight. And I, Shahid, only am escaped to tell thee— God sobs in my arms. Call me Ishmael tonight.

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you fit into me

you fit into me

like a hook into an eye

a fish hook

an open eye