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Wednesday (5/20/09)


Democrats in Senate Block Money to Close Guantánamo
There is no spring, there's everything within- the brown skins covering the human frames remain damp with winter.

Many die in Indonesian air crash
Another and another tossed down! Roaring breath standing tall like some wayward missile screeching past.


Democrats Defending Pelosi
Arise to arise and arise there among the pack, solemn predators allegiant to their stripe and howl with no hesitation or consideration, but one. If one shall perish, they all perish.

Illinois Man Arrested in Murders of Wife, 2 Kids
There is too much of this, the orchestration of blood, like a dance that grabs us before we know we’re moving.

Murder is a dance, a slow movement of unwilling partners.


© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman
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