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When she was bad
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
When I was very young, I knew that the world was made of honey.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
What the hell was she thinking?
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She always was devious in her beauty
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She was free
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She is and was
She was coming out as he was going in.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
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.
Besides the part where she was the only one
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was locked in time
She was steady
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She knew what she was doing
She was too beautiful to be human
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.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
When I was ten years old
When touch was simple
What I wrote when I was missing David
It was daylight when you looked up from your ditch
What I would do If I knew what was good for me
Two of them. Hovering there like bloated gas giants in the heavens. Good God, it was beautiful.
There was a time when I was a better person
Back when grunge was still cool
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability
His face when she fell
If I was a good person
When daddy was the handsome prince
I was very, very drunk
Sex with the Stewards of Gondor was always very lame
When I was Fair and Young
A poem I wrote when I was 5
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
When I Was a Boy
I didn't know such things when I was young
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
When I was young Time had no wings
When I was five years old, I knew I was going to die
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
Food was purer in the good old days
I would have liked thunder when she left
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
All it said was clump and scratch, and it only said those very late at night.
Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky
It must be morning when she dreams.
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
Climbing cherry trees when I was younger
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
If the King's English was good enough for Jesus
November 4, 1995
You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
When I Was a Lad
She is what happens when silence makes love with night.
Venus, when she is the evening star
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
When I Was Cruel
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
she looked good
I was never any good at maths at school
She looks good in black
Suicide Was A Good Choice
My mother loves me. She uses the good sandwich bags.
When again between cities was comfortable and right
The smiles you smiled when you thought no one was looking
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
She told me I'd make a good Satan
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
My very first mentor was a heroin junkie
And When She Sings
It's really very silly, I was thinking, they are all acting so weird
I wonder when I learned to smile when I was being hurt
Where were you when Kennedy was shot?
When I was your age
When I Was One-and-Twenty
when you asked what I was writing, this is what it was
When H.A.R.L.I.E. Was One
I was told you were very pretty
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
When we was fat ( ... or, Lord Gym)
When good code goes bad
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
When Bad Things Happen to Good People
This was when I knew my childhood was over
When I was a kid, I wanted to get tuberculosis
Dr. Curry and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
It was late when he came home; it woke you up
The gun is good. The penis is evil. The penis shoots seeds, and makes new life, and poisons the earth with a plague of men, as once it was. But the gun shoots death, and purifies the earth of the filth of brutals. Go forth and kill!
When I was young
When I Was Born for the 7th Time
She didn't want the truth; she wanted to make a good man squirm
She Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
In the end, it was a Good Thing that I rushed Pierre.
Sex with my sister was always really, really good
Once when I got like this I thought I was building a boat
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
The good guys and the bad guys were on the back of the boat and I swear I only turned my back for a MINUTE but when I came back, they'd killed Mozart.
If I was any good at this, I would be getting paid
Do you remember how small your body was when you were five?
It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead
When she died
I don't remember what life was like when I was seven. I like the taste of air. What should I do?
when she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride to whisky and gin
I'm starting to think I was a waste of a perfectly good placenta
When I was five
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
When she is talking to him

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