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Chris Coulson
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Six foot two, eyes of blue, hip replacement fairly new.
Six foot two, eyes of blue, hip replacement fairly new.

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Haiku this poem to Cuba
So, no one needs me Christmas Tree Past, tinsel still flashing;   But I sure am fun!  
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A pine tree (not a pining one) advises—
Me, walking through the woods heavy with tragedy (me, not the woods) came to a pine tree, heavy with snow. It leant down, branch first, asked: “What’s the matter?” “It’s sad,” I said, “when a woman you love falls in love— really loves —someone else. Don’t y...
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Disappear
You get so lonesome sometimes you can’t see  anything and what you can see can’t possibly be there.
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happy hollowdays
Driving in the woods and the fog tonight  almost the second car crash this week,   the deer lit up in the headlights scared she went right, hooves down the pine needle bank I went left, rubber down the asphalt slick.  I turned my headlights into the woods s...
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A Fish Tale
I just got home. But before I got here, I was driving home—in a free, wide-open mood from Trader Joe’s, had some nice, highly-spirited conversations with half the staff, turns out they all like me. I sorta thought so but now I sorta know so, and I feel grea...
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Van, lonely at the airport
It’s cold and dark then morning again, sun up on the empty satellite parking lot lots and lots of cars through the day then night again, can’t see a thing, or anyone all my metal chilled, my glass frosted over. They must be coming back. I watch the jets go ...
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The Call of the Child
And I was plenty wild. The black and white future looked like a turned off TV set. All alone, nerves on the bone, a silent black telephone. But one night, through the gummy venetian blinds the boring brick apartment buildings, past all the time zones up int...
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Je ne sais claus
I grew up in a narrow hallway of alcoholics a family so dispirited that they mostly either died or fell asleep early, watching tv. There wasn’t a lot of esprit de corps around, not to mention je ne sais quoi. Because of all that I began to drink and because...
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Suicide packed
When I was ten, even younger I was surrounded by all these old people hanging around, nowhere to go, open mouth yearning in their urine-colored clothes. They were more drains than faucets. I made a pact with myself right then that if I got old like that, I’...
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Cub Scouts
I keep wondering why these old men don’t scare me anymore. It must have begun with my first and one and only cub scout meeting, over before it began because all us boys were left alone in the basement a rumble broke out, biggest boys beating on the smallest...
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