Poems by Walter Heineman
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| when you decide to change roles |
| i have come to believe |
| the common earthworm |
| wishing you were not |
| a narrow mind |
| you cannot see or hear it coming |
| as you age things happen |
| because i cannot remember |
| overjoyed |
| the chicken could still run |
| the romantics keep writing |
| the thin dresses of summer |
| what i am now |
| without bothering to stop |
| in my way of doing nothing |
| in the living room |
| some things will always be true |
| the airs |
| the journey into |
| we still show our humanity |
| whether or not |
| the glass greenhouse |
| fear pushes us away |
| her bare feet not dancing on spiritual clouds |
| raqs baladi |
| spiritual substance abuse |
| telling me not to bury the dead |
| what does nonexistence mean |
| end the discussion |
| rainbow without light |
| the divorce of yin and yang |
| the perfect response |
| a few minutes more to watch |
| light dressed for death |
| staring at the smoldering body |
| in a confession booth |
| for not complying with commands |
| her doll |
| i heard |
| it was not raining |
| as a small child |
| before i can be sure |
| everything that was done |
| no acceptable explanation |
| daydreams |
| illumination |
| if not shoes then other things |
| by eleven men |
| emotional hiding places |
| still with us |
| when you have to know |
| you spend time there |
| what the future would be like |
| what is madness like |
| trust |
| asking about his mysticism |
| attached by six strands |
| consciousness believes |
| garden elegy |
| how she could not be in love with him |
| inside the deepest part of the cave |
| nothing less |
| or a dream |
| i did not even have to ask |
| fishing in the bright space |
| god created the human |
| i asked |
| stomping her feet |
| hoping to embarrass me |
| intensity |
| i can almost hear the words |
| i never found out if the depressed keys |
| vicissitudes |
| are we there yet |
| climate change |
| delicate poetry |
| eating bad sausages |
| for its sacred soul |
| he pulled over |
| how to get out |
| how |
| it is always like this |
| made you seem aloof |
| on that day |
| that was not |
| the cosmic beauty pageant |
| tranquility |
| without a shadow |
| asking his friends |
| i hear crazy voices |
| cut the cat in two and make it one |
| in this version |
| knowledge disappears inside you |
| she was not a princess |
| the patriarchy |
| unity |
| whatever else |
| after materializing |
| could i die of love |
| infinity |
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