Best Dixon Poems

dividing, between north and south
by a wide belt of leather
is drawn an imaginary Tangent line
called the Mason-Dixon

close your eyes and wander
you won't need GPS
let your lips and hands roam free
and discover many delights

follicles smell of magnolias in bloom
just like the Mississippi trees
see the pleasure in...

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Some kids play soccer.
Some go out for a mocha.
I, however, chew my DIXON Ticonderoga.

I look out the window
and cringe in disgust.
They're fighting over a basketball and making a fuss.

I just nibble at my eraser.
Happy as can be

Well, I am kind of friendless.

And I’m often lonely.


Oh...

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Sad news
whence somber church bells peal n pews
packed tight to pay homage to Graham Dixon while each mourner doth rues
in due time exits the sepulchral chamber in ones or twos.

an untimely death 
   tis like a whip that stings naked flesh
unimaginable by this...

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I wait for the heat
of the Allis Chalmers crawler’s engine
to fill the tarped in space
where I sit huddled
next to levers, gauges and knobs.
The crawler seems to float.
The tule fog obscures the ground
covers everything,
all that has grown
and all that was lost.
Even the old, worn stone headstones
behind...

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