The heart is pink
lips are blue
revolutions are lost
red is a liar
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Red
Posted by sdoubinsky on 12 June 2008
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White
Posted by sdoubinsky on 10 June 2008
White is the easiest metaphor
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Umbrella
Posted by sdoubinsky on 7 June 2008
If writing poetry
is like pissing against the wind
remember that the wind
often changes direction
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The poet’s consolation
Posted by sdoubinsky on 5 June 2008
A beautiful car
is nothing
compared to
a good conversation
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Red
Posted by sdoubinsky on 3 June 2008
if my words were colored
like heads and then hands
then sometimes they could be
red machine or red lips
but mostly red silence
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Sphinx
Posted by sdoubinsky on 29 May 2008
What we could say
is hidden
behind our words
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Perfection
Posted by sdoubinsky on 13 May 2008
sun goes down moon comes up
I hold one in each hand
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Double lines
Posted by sdoubinsky on 9 May 2008
the apple-tree is blossoming
the songs of the birds again have meaning
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Periphery
Posted by sdoubinsky on 7 May 2008
I am writing a poem in my garden
the sun at the periphery of my thoughts
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Fall
Posted by sdoubinsky on 1 May 2008
When things fall
objects happen
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The limit of poetry
Posted by sdoubinsky on 29 April 2008
rain
depression
poetry
more rain
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North
Posted by sdoubinsky on 25 April 2008
No
matter
where
you
are
Poetry
is
always
at
the
center
of
the
horizon
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Blue and white
Posted by sdoubinsky on 24 March 2008
White roofs
blue sky
the children play
in the bedroom
my fingers
silently
write this poem:
“it is cold outside
it is colder
inside my mouth”
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Walking through the valley of the rich (Paris - Auteuil/Passy)
Posted by sdoubinsky on 20 March 2008
Never saw
so much dog shit
in my life
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Down to the basics
Posted by sdoubinsky on 14 March 2008
rain rain rain
then
sun sun sun
then
poem poem poem
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Mirror, mirror
Posted by sdoubinsky on 8 March 2008
Eros is sore
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Delicate
Posted by sdoubinsky on 5 March 2008
Delicate
isn’t my name
and yet I am moved
by the imbecile
gently led by his father
down the street
while screaming songs
at the top of his head
I am moved
by a white cloud
standing still
over the city
like a gentle threat
I am moved
by your breath
gently lifting the sheets
deep in the night
when I can’t sleep
Yes delicate things
move me deeply
and confirm
the rage hidden
at the core of my words
The rage of impotence,
hope and rebellion
- but not despair
Despair, you see,
is too delicate
for me
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There’s no place like home
Posted by sdoubinsky on 1 March 2008
but we sure wish there was
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Bad ear (or I should get a medal for doing this)
Posted by sdoubinsky on 26 February 2008
My ear is shot
Haven’t slept in two days
and here I am writing
this miserable poem
Is it friendship pushing me
or just poetry’s bad junk
shaking me up and down
and never letting me be?
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Anniversarery pome (To my partner in crime, DJ Eldon)
Posted by sdoubinsky on 23 February 2008
no candles
but fireworks
no explosions
but roman candles
we have written pomes
for one good year now
we are very tired
but our mouths are still
full of spit, tongue, stones
and words
no firecrackers
but live ammo
no funeral pyres
but a feather
of the Phoenix
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If not
Posted by sdoubinsky on 21 February 2008
poems
are
free
like a bank robbery
a good fist fight
or a major break up
I said
poems
are
free
I didn’t say
they were nice
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Another mystery
Posted by sdoubinsky on 19 February 2008
The white veil of morning
creeps around the house
The birds are black notes
and their song hang frozen
in mid-air
We drink coffee in the kitchen
and I want to tell you something
but your words erase mine
and I forget what I wanted to say
and there is no way you can help me
and we laugh it off and another mouth
replaces my mouth with different words
forming behind the seemingly same teeth
although they are actually a few seconds
older
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Em-ba-ra-ssing (To DJ Nic)
Posted by sdoubinsky on 13 February 2008
Went to a party last Saturday
and all evening I wondered
if my fly was open because
the zipper was broken or because
I was too stoned to zip it up
Time to quit?
Hell no
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Capitalism
Posted by D. James on 12 February 2008
Bank
is a
four
letter
word
(D. James)
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Imperialism
Posted by sdoubinsky on 11 February 2008
Free
is a
four
letter
word
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Burn all flags
Posted by sdoubinsky on 7 February 2008
The blue of the sky
crashes through my open window
and a few birds sing
to welcome the first rays
of the sun
Everything is still
except for the millions
of radio waves
spinning around us
like in invisible killer bees
and I say
to the wall
my chair my desk
the open window
the blue sky
the birds and their songs
“Burn all flags”
as flags frame you
in what you are not
and never will be
- a model citizen
a model father
a model nation
a model nature
a model bird
a model sky
a model model
Yes
burn all flags
especially
the white one
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A view with a room
Posted by sdoubinsky on 5 February 2008
If I move
two inches
to the left
does reality
remain the same?
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Hurry on up
Posted by sdoubinsky on 29 January 2008
It’s a foggy day
can’t see more than my hands
maybe it’s a good thing
maybe it ain’t
but at least in this freezing weather
I’ve only one way to go
yippie-yay-oh
EL SEBBO
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Stuck (or why we are poets)
Posted by sdoubinsky on 24 January 2008
Reality is not what
you make of it
Reality is what
you don’t want it to be
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Sunrose
Posted by sdoubinsky on 19 January 2008
The sun rose today
but I missed it
my eyes still blinded
by night and punctuated by stars
The sun rose today
and I didn’t
preferring to ignore
the glorious colors
to the monochrome black
The sun rose today
and I didn’t care
as I embraced
a lovely shadow
slightly smelling
of cinnamon
EL SEBBO
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A clap of thunder
Posted by sdoubinsky on 17 January 2008
A clap of thunder
in a clear blue sky
or the strange reflection
of something not quite there
are our daily mysteries
so sit down
have a coffee
read the paper
and finally
accept yourself
as the ultimate mystery
goddammit
EL SEBBO
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