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.......The Poetry Of.
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Bill Campana
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SECURITY TO REGISTER NINE
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she was bragging up a storm ....................
about her recent incarceration ....................
and oh, was she loud. ....................
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through the snap of paper ....................
and the rustle of plastic ....................
amid the whir of crippled shopping carts ....................
during friday afternoon rush hour ....................
in the no-name grocery store. ....................
with a broad smile ....................
her short hair bobbing with excitement ....................
as she described her crime with enthusiasm ....................
ten feet away from the row of cashiers ....................
"yeah, i was writing bad checks!" ....................
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i had to stop and listen ....................
as i was ironically staring ....................
at the mixed nuts display. ....................
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tuesday evening
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i saw the photographs ....................
in a dreamlike stateat first i thought ....................
the camera had killed all those people. ....................
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i heard it raining ....................
on my evening nap ....................
i woke up thinking ....................
it had washed away my wednesday. ....................
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palm trees paint black a bob ross sky ....................
sometimes i sing into my paint brushes ....................
i could paint a thousand songs ....................
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...or i could wake up. ....................
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MAGNETIC HAIKU
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picture smooth purple ....................
moments like rain running from ....................
frantic da da storms ....................
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he did his love shine only for beauty. ....................
she was blue when no music needed her. ....................
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ask for a recalling ....................
of an easy moment ....................
like pictures so blue ....................
light the moon ....................
for only my dreams ....................
they shine ....................
nearly gorgeous ....................
and going to the next sky. ....................
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