........The Poetry Of.
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Nabi Dorsey ....................
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on less than nothing ....................
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energy, I taste on the rim ....................
of this old cup, ....................
the drunks who've pressed their lips ....................
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and bit themselves sucking out ....................
the last dregs, ....................
still suck ....................
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but I have no need of their friendship ....................
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here, where it's cold ....................
and the floor has got swept clean ....................
of faces, ....................
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I lift the cup ....................
I hold it tightly and tip ....................
to the moonlight, ....................
sipping outside ....................
the hard edge, ....................
letting the dark room ....................
become the grape ....................
broken by my tongue, ....................
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tipping through the night ....................
letting loose of all ....................
the bruises that define darkness, ....................
I get drunk ....................
on less than nothing... ....................
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the perfect code
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recognize perfect
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love
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because
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as light is
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what we have
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never seen before
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so you are what
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I have never
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seen before
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the same phenomenon
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a rose falling
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from the sky
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but not falling.
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My baby is
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the face of
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perfect love.
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A drunk slowly
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less intoxicated
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a sober youth
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melting into
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his
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first drunken night
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both you
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give me now
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both miracles.
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A white swan emerges
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from a clear green
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lake in the morning
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startling lovers because
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both are an image
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from the same
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creative source....
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the World is not asleep
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measured like water .....................
every little surface above .....................
below lends .....................
to some balled up shout a long .....................
balled up knot of twine that sums up my footsteps .....................
and smoky breath .....................
and feverish climbs .....................
into one solid lump of little .....................
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( )
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discard it
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let it fall
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gravity is boring to everyone
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we count on our hands toes
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and knees
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just to get a sign
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to find a message that the world is unmeasurable
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as it lifts the sky
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that the great Woman
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is alive and doesn't give a damn .....................
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about our
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little splintered carvings of her.
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