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	<title>Peter A. Weinberg - Poetry</title>
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	<description>&#34;... A blind man depends on honesty ...&#34;</description>
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		<title>Thin Ice</title>
		<description><![CDATA[1. Her skeletal face Her icy hands Much uncanny between self and house Run wild, never settle All connections break 2. Mom and baby— we never get that connection back Says nothing about passion, desperation, who might have saved her, through fire 3. Her father, “Oh yes, the musician...” Then under his breath “Only an [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://peteraweinberg.com/?p=251</link>
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		<title>You know, Gary&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[1. You know Gary, no matter what you give them they’ll never love you They talk about him like he isn’t there a dumb, feeble old man Inner smiles, smirks, laughter He laughs because he isn’t there— never was They’re not very pleasant companions Never were... They pray to the gods in their heads More [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://peteraweinberg.com/?p=246</link>
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		<title>The Actress</title>
		<description><![CDATA[1. Whatever she feels, she can pretend to feel An uninvited guest Melancholy fears subject to whims, styles, fads No losses Every so often he heals and his healed parts act a little off They don’t think you’re funny, they think you’re twisted It’s big, stiff, juicy We’re never really here and we really don’t [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://peteraweinberg.com/?p=242</link>
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		<title>He Chooses</title>
		<description><![CDATA[1. My father in shadow half light, half dark Edification, redemption blend bloody, bold, stark “So glad to meet you…” really ghost,  “so glad” She filters out nothing visual fantasy, folklore, nature If it’s not crazy (137, balance only in a fourth dimension) it’s wrong This relationship won’t change him Truth lies at his abyss [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://peteraweinberg.com/?p=239</link>
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		<title>The core</title>
		<description><![CDATA[1. Reopened wounds in an atmosphere of haste sorrows burn Your sparks burn, sear with despair with pain Extra sensitive– creaky machines, random noises, flutterings like melodies for you to hear Like the melodies Schubert heard in such abundance before he died A life viewed from inside seems a series of defeats— hard times To [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://peteraweinberg.com/?p=226</link>
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		<title>He wakes&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He wakes at night, squints his wrist watch upside down Time never goes that way like an errant arrow in spring Ghastly cruel souls entwine, grimace demons or angels—never could tell the difference—either way I’m in for a fight I know what I flee from not where to go Fortune’s favors always ambiguous imperfect, irregular [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://peteraweinberg.com/?p=224</link>
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		<title>The Hard Husk</title>
		<description><![CDATA[1. Cockroaches and beetles have it right the hard husk works best outside Caught now between anxiety and yearning Mom was kind of tone deaf Grandma was a professional musician “No, B-flat, B-flat!” This from downstairs—“How could she know?” mom thought,  “she must be a witch.” What price brilliance? Her two tattoos include potent fertility [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://peteraweinberg.com/?p=222</link>
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		<title>Mom drank celray&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In this fiery world everything burns What did we leave back there? As furry mammals, we sleep together and love to touch The mean anorexic ex-alcoholic The deity has a perplexing fondness Lacks the only thing in life she really loves for beetles Something left back in time that we can’t bear to lose No [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://peteraweinberg.com/?p=217</link>
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		<title>Strident Visions</title>
		<description><![CDATA[1. This is no world for the sensitive we breathe her black dust each day The salty king among angry barbarians I feel the locus of her pain 2. Ravenous, satiated for awhile never content All this way for this The woman with the long black hair and perfect body scowls Maggots and carrion beetles [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://peteraweinberg.com/?p=214</link>
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		<title>I reached out&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I lived in grey shadows No one sane approached me Pleasures and this was okay Only the saddest most ecstatic moments Comely, distraught and determined Here’s where the water’s hottest Glides clear brown over glass, grass and stone At this time of year the nights are shortest No sleep Alive in the luminescence in the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://peteraweinberg.com/?p=212</link>
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