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I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
When she was bad
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
This was when I knew my childhood was over
A poem I wrote when I was 5
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
I did not miss what my body did not remember, until it was reminded
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
When I was ten years old
November 4, 1995
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She is and was
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
When Did You See Her Last?
When I was your age
When I was young
When daddy was the handsome prince
Did God have choice in creating the universe?
When we was fat ( ... or, Lord Gym)
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
did i really change the way you think about everything? was it the chemicals in your brain?
Since when did you respect anything?
She was locked in time
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She was too beautiful to be human
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
His face when she fell
When did I lose my brave little soul?
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
I wonder when I learned to smile when I was being hurt
You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
Climbing cherry trees when I was younger
So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
When I Was a Boy
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
When again between cities was comfortable and right
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
When I was five
When H.A.R.L.I.E. Was One
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
In the end it did not matter. The ocean was still there.
Well, what happened? Did she succeed?
Did it hurt when you fell from heaven
I can't remember when it happened (only that it did)
When did the World get so old?
(because this was always subconsciously the inspiration, even if I did not know it at the time, and I only realised it just now)
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
I would have liked thunder when she left
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
Everything Stalin did was legal
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was so tall, and I was so in love
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
He comforted me when he thought I needed it, but never when I really did
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
Besides the part where she was the only one
Where were you when Kennedy was shot?
when you asked what I was writing, this is what it was
Back when grunge was still cool
When did you realise you really weren't going to realize some of your dreams?
What I wrote when I was missing David
She knew what she was doing
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
When I was a kid, I wanted to get tuberculosis
When I Was a Lad
I didn't know such things when I was young
When I Was One-and-Twenty
Seriously, though, who the hell did I think I was going to become?
What did people use as incidental music before Moby was invented?
I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability
I don't remember what life was like when I was seven. I like the taste of air. What should I do?
When touch was simple
Once when I got like this I thought I was building a boat
When I Was Cruel
When I Was Born for the 7th Time
It was late when he came home; it woke you up
There was a time when I was a better person
When she is talking to him
When did my fiance turn into my security blanket?!
What did you mean when you said...
that pain was something I needed, and probably did to myself
All you ever did was let it happen
I did not need it. I was strong. I was steady. I knew what I was doing.
When scientists make mistakes they see what they did wrong and then try again.
What did you love when you were a kid?
We did not know it was a war
When did you decide to forget every wrong you had done?
Everything Hitler did was legal
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
What the hell was she thinking?
She was steady
When You Were Little Did You Wonder
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
when did we forget how to play?
Since when did being spiritual matter? Since when did thread count matter?
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Aristotle's Lost Library, Medieval Andalusia & Chinese Paper, or How Europe Learned to Learn Again and Why the Renaissance Happened When & Where It Did
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She is what happens when silence makes love with night.
When did the future switch from being a promise to being a threat?
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She always was devious in her beauty
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
When did everyone get so attractive?
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
when she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride to whisky and gin
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
And When She Sings
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
She was free
When she died
Was that real, or did I dream it?
Venus, when she is the evening star
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
When did you choose to be left-handed?
She Was 18, It Was Summer
she was waylaid by an octopus
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
It must be morning when she dreams.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was coming out as he was going in.
My grandma died yesterday. Did she die?

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