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PoemsPoems from the Dark Side
THE WHITE EXPANSEThe large white wall looks at herand as she returns its stare it moves toward her in intervals small increments closer to the edge The wall wants to close in on her and she wants to touch the air before she is crushed, smothered and loved by the white expanse 
I THINK TOO MUCHI walk in the house, she’s busy, preoccupieddoesn’t want to talk, I want to talk to her, but I know these signs I respect her silence. I look, watch her as she goes And I think “Will it always be like this? Will I stand over here, on the outside Watch and say nothing? Is it even possible for two people to connect?” At this moment, she is not just my friend, she embodies my experience in relation to someone else. I see ALL my life in this light. She is my future husband, my children, all my important relationships wrapped into one. 
And I wonderHow possible/impossible is it for two people to want relatively the same things. I feel alone, and tell myself “This moment is not a sentence on the rest of your life. This is just a moment.” I THINK TOO MUCHI CAN’T REMEMBER MY FUCKING ALPHABET
Put away books. Put away books. Put away books. Agent. SAG card. When am I gonna get married? Why am I in Los Angeles? Fuck the SAG card. I just want to work. Work. Ha. You’re doing work. Right Now. Put away books. Put away books. abcedfghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. R where’s the r. Is P before R? lmnopqrs. Yes. R before, Whats, U before, U before W? R after P P, W… FUCK. I’ve got an MFA and a BA and I can’t remember my fucking Alphabet. I’m in the wrong job. Don't think about it. Put away books. Put away books. Make that whopping $7.25 an hour. OOOooohh that’s going to go a long way . . . SOMETHING I DON’T KNOW
There are greater things to life than minutes, tickingseconds to a time clock that spits money that jumps over your head into a hole bottomless forever drinking your life your energy sucking down blood and hope tearing your skin and leaving you stuck dry flat void This is love and passion and endurance. Something I don’t know Something inexpressible Never felt and yet sensed. It is there. PALM PRINT
WORKAHOLICThe skull is heavyvoice low eyes red thighs tight yawns pervade the movement reaching for COFFEE 
Yet the urge is constantkeep moving a little farther just a bit more and then you can REST Why not now? No time, keep moving, a little farther And in the midst of this my mind is sort of happy
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