tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33413192010-01-09T14:43:18.360-08:00<i>Identity over time</i>Porterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00270337416491531789noreply@blogger.comBlogger364125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341319.post-9822617306618825842009-04-30T22:04:00.000-07:002009-05-23T22:09:16.622-07:00

I'm relieved that National Bike Month is May rather than January.

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My life grows complex in small, simple increments.

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Never eat at a restaurant that doesn't have soap in the restroom.Never drink in a bar that doesn't have a back door.Never shop in a grocery store that doesn't sell produce.Never sing a song that doesn't have lyrics.Never bet against the house.Never take sides against the family.

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The little e-mail meant for human resources was accidentally copied to the entire company."This was sent to me in error," the first respondent said, choosing reply all. "I don't work in HR.""Best of luck with your personal problem," said the next, choosing reply all, "but this should go to personnel.""Why did this e-mail come to me?" asked the third, choosing reply all. "I work in accounting."And

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Neural enhancement drugs, like steroids and plastic surgery, threaten what we know as normal. Predominantly white males, Northeastern Universities, fraternity members experimenting

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No other mountain, I believe, Has the same astonishing power To disappear and reappear at will.

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When my wife died, a voice in my head comforted me, saying, "She won't have to endure what is to come." I wonder now if that was a message, or my own crazy response to grief.

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My poem takes time,It grows from a moment,an image,a phrase. It drafts and redrafts on the page.It grows and is pruned back.It opens me up and I so often wish to remainclosed.

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For the man on the corner"Hey you knowyou guys arejust two paychecks,maybe three,away from beinghomelessjust like me."

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The status updatepings a small network of friendswho are all offline.

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When I was cast out, like Satan, from my friend's tree house, I announced that I would build my own. I told my sister. I told the kids down the street. I even shouted it over the shopping center. But, lacking the means (the wood and the nails), I constructed the platform from salvaged crates and the walls from my own outgrown pants. My ex-friend conducted a chorus of laughter at my expense.

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We used to go to the funeral,Now we go to the memorial.We used to lay out the body,Now we lay out the photos.We used to proceed to the burial,Now we scatter the ashes.We used to carve their names in stone.

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The corner of the school yard I went to when I wanted to be alone.The blacksmith painting that hung over the couch.The 4th of July block party, when everyone was there.My father, cigarette smoke in his eyes and shirt untucked, working in the garage.Her eyebrow tilting upward when she explained.

Porterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00270337416491531789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341319.post-1939501237707510992009-04-17T21:51:00.000-07:002009-04-28T21:53:04.866-07:00

Sir Walter Raleigh,Martin Luther,John Bunyan,the Marquis de Sade,and Adolph Hitlerwould have appreciatedcollege-ruled toilet paperin more ways than one.

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My bitch will humpMy passive maleWhenever I lavish him with attention.Since she lacks the connective anatomy,He never seems to mindThat she pumps him furiously from behind,And digs her dewclaws into his back.Deep in her mammalian brain,She thinks she can fuck her way to order.

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If it's too loud, you're too old. —American Rock 'n' Roll ProverbWhen I saw youCovering your earsThrough the too-loud concert,I knew you did it for me.I was happy to lead you away.

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The new — promises to unlock these stubborn — problems and reunite — with — . If successful, I won't want to —or step into a —or feel like I'm — or — different peopleor — until I'm —,or want to — — — — —, or sell my —, or join the — —, or —.

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The Spirit of '76:Stars, stripes, and a banana seat.The Moto One:Red and heavy like a BMX battleship. Not the Mongoose or Red Line I wished for, But still, I spent most of a rainy day in the garageJust to be near it.The three-speed garage sale cruiser: I enhanced it with parts as my funds would allow.The royal blue high school ten-speed: A Christmas present I put together and took on long rides.

Porterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00270337416491531789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341319.post-78877699400184734982009-04-12T21:06:00.000-07:002009-04-28T22:30:43.772-07:00

I promised to write 30 poems in 30 days before I knew how hard it is to write 30 poems in 30 days.

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In the beginning,all thinking was out of the box.That's why we created the box.

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To the woman overheard "Someone dropped a guitar on the heater. When we woke up this morning, the green velvet couch" was sweaty.

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Would you rate the management of this company as "World Class?" Extremely likely Somewhat likely Less than likely More than unlikely UninformedI can't begin to imagine what "World Class" management means now.

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No poem Can be very bad If it's very short.

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Eating in the restroom. Spitting on the sidewalk. Talking in the elevator. Running on the ferry.Spitting in the elevator. Talking on the sidewalk. Running in the restroom. Eating on the ferry is ok.I try to not pick my nose in public. I try to not ride my bike through red lights.Sometimes I fail.

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There is much promise In an opening day home run. If the team plays like this all season They are going to clinch The pennant.But in baseball Failure is the rule. And so it is in life. The only promise that opening day can keep Is that warmer days will come.If we gather By the ten thousand And watch closely, Patiently, We will see something amazing That will lift or break our hearts.

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