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		<title>Edge of the Forest</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 14:11:25 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[By the Shine of the Moon]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[looking out the window barking incessantly
lord tennyson, tennyson what do you see?
ain&#8217;t nothing but death creeping up the hill
coming from down yonder for you and for me
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		<title>Avenge</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 19:22:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[he hobbles into the board room
moving slow as winter breathes
making jokes from door to wall
as he retrieves his measuring tape
to size up things, like picture frames,
this aged volunteer doing good
but i resent him right now
i visualize my own grandpa
the jokes he could have made
had clothos been kinder
how he would measure up
if lachesis was less treacherous
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		<title>Kentucky Moon</title>
		<link>http://telmcg.wordpress.com/2009/10/10/kentucky-moon/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 14:16:51 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[By the Shine of the Moon]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[there are nights in kentucky
when the woods are too deep
and the tree tops scrape the moon,
sad harbinger tip toeing over the mountains
granny always warned us
between tokes taken from her corn cob pipe
about dangers that lurk in the darkness
of hills and hollows on nights like this:
keep ye heads low, children
stay ye the straight and narrow, babies
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		<title>Ode to @</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 13:53:40 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Caesura]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[oh petit escargot
long have the french forsaken you
but your popularity rises
slowly like la lumaca
winding through italian emails
pouncing, spirited cat&#8217;s tail
frolicking over Finnish technology
delicious little cinnamon bun
whose swedes take more
than their fair share
playful klammeraffe
rounding your way across germany
here, though, you are all the rage
twittering through american households
hanging among senders and domains
long after business hours have ended
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		<title>Zoo</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 13:39:22 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Not Towing the Line]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[there were the crazed hyenas
whose eyes shot through us
as they paced mad and crazed
sizing us up for breakfast and lunch
there were the plume faded peacocks
still over-the-top in their extravagance
sequestered away so as to not have
their confident gaiety kill them
then there were the other bipeds
distant cousins with the gall
to point, mock and laugh
making comments about my [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=telmcg.wordpress.com&blog=1585319&post=1742&subd=telmcg&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Friends*</title>
		<link>http://telmcg.wordpress.com/2009/10/08/friends/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 22:31:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tel</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Slick]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gay poem]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[*with revoked benefits
wholly squandered on fidelity
whom in youth and decadence
i would but proudly fuck
perhaps the third attempt would be your charm
your louisiana accent my own undoing,
mon brave, mon liege, my marine
perchance i would surrender
to proudly rise and serve
in battles of stonewall&#8217;ian proportions
one can never have too many jamaicans
whoa is me and my loyalty
on hot summer [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=telmcg.wordpress.com&blog=1585319&post=1729&subd=telmcg&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Time</title>
		<link>http://telmcg.wordpress.com/2009/10/03/time/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 18:22:20 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[By the Shine of the Moon]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lgbt poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[new orleans]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[there once was a time
when you rode on me
boy upon boy&#8217;s back
down the bourbon street
my daddy has said
there will come a time
when god sends lightning
right down the old rue
but we, you and i
know nothing of this
we are enraptured
with the promises
she has always held
for people like us
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		<title>Booklust</title>
		<link>http://telmcg.wordpress.com/2009/10/03/booklust/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 18:19:26 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Placed]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lgbt poetry]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[whoever believes books can&#8217;t take you places
obviously has never sold one on amazon
that was an affair to remember:
starting off with a simple transaction
of selling a book up river to new york city
and then phone calls inquiring of delays
a northern accent and a southern accent fought
then found a similar, curious attraction
culminating in hot, thickly accented phone [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=telmcg.wordpress.com&blog=1585319&post=1717&subd=telmcg&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Synthesis</title>
		<link>http://telmcg.wordpress.com/2009/09/27/synthesis/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 22:35:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[my mother had always swore
she&#8217;d never do anything synthetic
the last time she said it
or anything for that matter
was as her head hovered over
the table where reflected light
created a church window halo
just before leaning forward
escaping the glow to trace the powder thin line
laced with something heavier than nature
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		<title>Paradise</title>
		<link>http://telmcg.wordpress.com/2009/09/25/paradise/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 19:32:52 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Geography of Love]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[my boyfriend had a rough life
growing up in what some call paradise
it&#8217;s not all rum and reggae down there
unless it&#8217;s the rum-soaked breath of careless father
or reggaed out rasta rags for relatives
shuffling their burdens onto an aging mother
who spends her days hacking away
at sugarcanes for just a little money
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