I found a dirty dollar on the ground. I guess it's kinda fortunate that I was looking down. It's not enough to buy a coffee now, but every one I find just gets me closer to the line of lifting up the weight that bends my crown. A tiny bit, but still it counts somehow? This ragged bill, with little grace, unexpectedly misplaced, abandoned on its grimy face and sitting in this filthy space, until I find it, pick it, pocket, transport, carry, escort, walk it home to wash it, dry it, lay it... And one day soon I'll spend or pay it.
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Summer fling with a beautiful woman-- talking 'til dawn, borrowed kisses, park benches, holding hands.
This mustn't last long, says the beautiful woman. We cannot go on, says the beautiful woman. It's terribly wrong, says the beautiful woman.
My man's coming home, says the beautiful woman, and there's a good chance that he won't understand.
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It's weird, you know, to feel so close. How does this make any sense? We've only met just now, and yet, the conversation's immense.
We talk and talk and talk some more, I never get tired, you never get bored. Two hours go by, then three, then four. It never feels like fulfilling a chore.
I'll be sad when it's in the past tense.
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Plant a pickle, grow a pickle, take a pickle, owe a pickle. Eat a pickle, slurp a pickle, smoke a pickle, blow a pickle. * Slice a pickle on the table with a scalpel, surgeon's practice. Put a pickle in a pot of sandy soil, prickless cactus. Whisper secrets to a pickle, cold and green and wetly glistening. Pickle doesn't care what you said, not so very good at listening.
* - This line is sex euphemisms, and I think that's very funny.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nonet
9. A farmer works for years in the fields 8. by carthorse hooves and steel plough wheels 7. grinding ground to greater yields 6. from birth until she keels. 5. To market she wields 4. with "Farm Fresh" seals 3. veg unpeeled. 2. Who'll deal? 1. We'll.
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These poems are Avi's diary. You can email him at avi@invariablyhappy.com