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	<title>Anti- &#187; Ivone Alexandre Poetry</title>
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		<title>Hide!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 19:44:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Steve</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Ivone Alexandre Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Perhaps if I widen the
“O”, you’ll peep hole the innocuous prison
where I touch my
every syllable with the present tension.  At least I
respect your privacy enough to
climax with only a bathroom stall’s crack worth of fleshy material.
Rarely do you see such an expose LIVE! when
A&#038;E reenactments assure you the issues are black and white
zeroing in [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Perhaps if I widen the<br />
“O”, you’ll peep hole the innocuous prison<br />
where I touch my<br />
every syllable with the present tension.  At least I<br />
respect your privacy enough to<br />
climax with only a bathroom stall’s crack worth of fleshy material.<br />
Rarely do you see such an expose LIVE! when<br />
A&#038;E reenactments assure you the issues are black and white<br />
zeroing in on some ominously redundant villain<br />
yelling about the deliciousness of pedophilia between two<br />
slices of bread.  Television for the voraciously hungry.  Please<br />
excuse the brashness of metaphor; I’ve been<br />
needing to get that fixed.<br />
Incessant leaky faucets I’ve requested, Well… hoped the<br />
Over—I mean—land lord to alleviate<br />
risking, in the process, the sanctity of my own lunch meat.<br />
Give me your generally quiet, generally sound<br />
echoing just enough of the aluminum can message<br />
needed to tie recycling to martyrdom.<br />
Embarrass the thrill seekers’ rollercoaster by<br />
reading Goosebumps and drawing perfect circles while<br />
around bends, the screeching of wanna-be perpetual motion attempts<br />
lunging you into a dimension where you give<br />
the G-forces a second thought.<br />
Handholding you a tour of this brochure<br />
allows you to reinforce the Jenga tower<br />
nudging the one block you want but<br />
so unwilling to let the wafers crumble.<br />
Have I told you today how much you hide me?<br />
With the ending near, I can’t imagine<br />
ever having said quite enough.</p>
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