Best Unmaking Poems

Where once we laughed, bent over our middles,
pounding the table, or just smirking with a rueful
“Oh, my God”, sort of way, could I forget the...

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Unmaking the bond 
between cause and effect. 
You start throwing stones 
as a mark of intimacy.

Ipomea:
You wanted to learn the 
art of blooming silently 
at...

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Part Two

To have written is to leave but a mark
  nothing stands for the proud rhyming syllables
    more than his acquired...

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Drunk with pride 
the streets are bursting
in self-indulgence.
Who was calling the shots ?

Do you know the words
between intermissions, carry a secret-
till the brazen scoop
finds the...

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My thing is,
Yang dear,
EarthMother
is much RNA-green older
than mammalian red-DNA Yang.

Yes,
seniority breeds long-term nutritious merit,
I remember this history lesson
from your creation by fairy tale,
how WinWin Paradise...

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I tried to fly
God knows I tried
To bring the cherry back
For children in the nest.
I told old Daedalus
It was the weight of sorrow
That kept me...

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I speak......the silence unmaking my words,

for here the shade of broken time does dwell.

I scream and fight to make cuts with these cords

that bind me...

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Estranged from the familiar
you made me by unmaking me
for getting tired too soon
of fostering 
like I was
an unwanted child, 
yet still you are the one
who...

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Where would we be
without the bomb
Was Einstein a savior
or devil aplomb
Our power the fire
all enemies dread
Till stealing its physics  
unmaking our bed

The world on...

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IT WAS SUPRISING TO HIM
HE DATED HER FOR MORE THAN A YEAR AND
WHEN SHE TOLD HIM SHE HAD MARRIED
NINE MONTHS BACK, HE STOOD SHOCKED
AND AMAZED.
SHE...

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Blossomed solitary, a flower unseen
Colors missed; hues ignored
Fragrances ne'er sniffed
Scattered into emptiness

By planters 'n florists 
Makers unmaking their creatures 
Leaving them derelict
Forlorn in a floral...

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My sentence: repentance
The prison in which I was the cause
Their motions; their reasons
Where everything was nothing I could want

My mindset; my music
The void that danced...

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Tomorrow’s lullaby
in footnotes to Dylan
Tomorrow blistering
confronting the sun

Tomorrow lingering
while calling your name
Temptation disguising
what’s never to come

Tomorrow’s redemption
the present to ransom 
Tomorrow in voices
a chorus of...

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Prose… 
Has a room built in
For the reader
To crawl inside
And sleep

Maybe
More than one room,
Unmaking all beds
That the Poet 
  —has so carefully made

(Villanova Pennsylvania:...

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