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An aborted song
This is an aborted poem. Have stared at it for long. I refuse to work out a final paragraph. The girl beneath is contrapuntal to the poem: she, it appears, is not entertaining questions and has all th… more →
Love's Ragpicker
An aborted song
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Life's Elsewhere wrote 9 months ago: This is an aborted poem. Have stared at it for long. I refuse to work out a final paragraph. The gir … more →
Mid-youth rants
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Life's Elsewhere wrote 10 months ago: Leonard Cohen wrote in a wall on Mountain Street, Montreal the following lines: ‘Marita/Please … more →
It will jazz up in the evening
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Life's Elsewhere wrote 10 months ago: Things slip, things also fall In the morning slumber calls In the wall-street-noon the devil smiles … more →
Few scribbles and a poem
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Life's Elsewhere wrote 11 months ago: I. Why do women so love metaphors? Because only women can hear the strange music that blows in the a … more →
That's my lot, irredeemable, worse...
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Life's Elsewhere wrote 11 months ago: Strangely, only writing articulates my being satisfactorily these days but the urge to publish has d … more →
Letters Undelivered and Never Returned
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Life's Elsewhere wrote 1 year ago: I. Dear Madam Butterfly how did you Offer such tunes too delirious to be true Before you saw the fle … more →
It means...I love you
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Life's Elsewhere wrote 2 years ago: This is what I am my love, incorrigible, hunchbacked, a sicko…still come to me, embody the night. I … more →
From the Faithfully Departed
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Life's Elsewhere wrote 2 years ago: Hush! Just silently, gently tread We are mourning what is dead We are burying the soiled hatchet Sin … more →
Condemned to be born
Life's Elsewhere wrote 2 years ago: Immortal, condemned to be born, I want to die someday in your arms I need you, need you, need you, a … more →
Couple of Poems, light and dark
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Life's Elsewhere wrote 2 years ago: You and Me,just a list of things You are everything that’s left of me You are memories in fut … more →
