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Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
There was a man who lived a life of fire
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
There was always the blue of you
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Was it ever there?
No shit, there I was
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
I worked at the mall in the 80s. There was a cult that used to recruit out on the front steps.
Two of them. Hovering there like bloated gas giants in the heavens. Good God, it was beautiful.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She is and was
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
Besides the part where she was the only one
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
It all burned up in the fire there was nothing left
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
There Was a Desert in My Head
relatedly somehow, there was a point a few years ago when I learned how to terrify
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was free
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
There was this one great night at Alice's house,
There was a young lady of Riga
There was a land where lived no violets
So there I was, naked and hiding, facing the dissertation committee from the Isle of Lesbos
There was a man and a woman
I remember, there was one
There She Goes
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
there was at that moment no one more rightful dead than that unknown and faceless man
there was a time when you couldn't just learn things instantly
There was a baby in China
A knock there was upon the door
He was there, and then he wasn't, and with him went those memories
There was a time when I got lost wherever I went.
Once there was a bug in a hole that he dug
Once there was a way...
There Was A Friend
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
If there is a heaven, she is there.
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was too beautiful to be human
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She was coming out as he was going in.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
When she was bad
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
There was once a Man
Well, I was tired of being 24 anyway, so there
There was a time when I was a better person
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
There was never supposed to be an Episode 7, 8, or 9
and there was this girl
Where's the kaboom?
He thinks a path and travels the emptiness that was there
Was There a Time
There was a cold day
I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
There was a man with tongue of wood
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
Once upon a time there was an ocean but now there is a mountain range.
There Was No Leak
There was a Man Dwelt by a Churchyard
Just standing there, wearing my boxers, in my driveway. I was watching the stormfront. You were watching me.
Why, Martha, for the longest time there was no railway station in Slough!
There was silence in my heart, but you found a way to break it.
the dead had risen, and there was nobody to pump gas
There was a little girl
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
There was just the magic I'd brought and laid there over the years, piled up in the corners like twinkling dust bunnies
there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
She was locked in time
nor was there anything to be attained that you didn't already have
Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only love in the dark
The serpent was in the garden again, but there weren't any apples left in the tree, so I figured things were cool.
I was there
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She just sat there
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She always was devious in her beauty
There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was steady
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
Because, perhaps she was cold
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She Was 18, It Was Summer
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
What the hell was she thinking?
So I turned round and there was an inflatable man sat at the table
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
There once was a chicken named Alice
There was an old lady
There was a rose that faded young
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
She knew what she was doing
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
Where there was fire I brought the gasoline
There was a moment of drunken silence
There Was a Man of Double Deed
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
There once was a girl named Irene
It all turned out all right but there was so much pain along the way
Wheresoever he went, there was Eden
Johnny Clueless was there, with his Simulated Wood-Grain
There once was a man from St. Paul
One hour there was sunlight
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
There Was a Child Went Forth
There was a lot of blood, but the boys needed it
she was waylaid by an octopus
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
Before inertia, there was impetus
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
In the end it did not matter. The ocean was still there.
Before you, there was me
No one learned anything, because there was nothing to learn.
Unfortunately, there was no applause
There was no one waiting for me...
There never was a body that gave the undertaker a tip
There was a time before
There Once Was a Farmer
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Boom boom!
Boom Shakalaka
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he/she
She Walks in Beauty
she being Brand
The picture she drew in my notebook
A chorus of phones each time she calls
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook

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