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cryku[0] = "<h2>Nice Soaps</h2><br /><br />A small green-grey soap<br />Bright verbena, grain like wood<br />My sink becomes deep";
cryku[1] = "<h2>Love</h2><br /><br />A solitary<br />ketchup pack in the bathroom<br />I know you've been here";
cryku[2] = "<h2>Sachems/No Sachems</h2><br /><br />middle school was bad<br />I had an ulcerated<br />esophagus, etc.";
cryku[3] = "<h2>Sandwiches</h2><br /><br />Mmm, sooo good. You want<br />Dijon? Chop pork? Egg salad?<br />Peanut butter and...";
cryku[4] = "<h2>Distant Rainbow Zome</h2><br /><br />Your strange, beautiful<br />Music wafts up to me like<br />From the forest floor";
cryku[5] = "<h2>Marcel & Me #1</h2><br /><br />If 13 was good,<br />4 was the color of life,<br />I'd find fear elsewhere";
cryku[6] = "<h2>Nice</h2><br /><br />My sweetie's sleeping<br />mouth makes a little sound like<br />&quot;Hmm...<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;hmm...<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;hmm...<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;hmm...<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;hmm...&quot;";
cryku[7] = "<h2>Urban Pastoral</h2><br /><br />Glow, city at night<br />Gentle me to sleep...&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;BOOO-yaah!&quot;<br />Fuck.  The bars just closed.";
cryku[8] = "<h2>Stop Light Distance Vision</h2><br /><br />drop on the windshield<br />slowly swelling in the mist<br />...swish! windshieldwiper";
cryku[9] = "<h2>Waxing Moon Partially Obscured by Cloud</h2><br /><br />Ah, the cool night air &ndash;<br />so nice, so poetical<br />&ndash; tonight smells like poop.";
cryku[10] = "<h2>Make a Liar of Me, Will You</h2><br /><br />It's hard to believe<br />Irony could dwell in fruit<br />But this banana...";
cryku[11] = "<h2>Allan... Gins-Berg?</h2><br /><br />Holy Holy Ho<br />Ly Holy Holy Holy<br />Holy Holy Al.";
cryku[12] = "<h2>Toilette Mystic</h2><br /><br />'Pon such morn as the<br />Seat chills not the sitter's butt<br />Summer has begun";
cryku[13] = "<h2>An English Muffin on a Summer's Morn</h2><br /><br />I like the &quot;fup!&quot; sound<br />A jar makes on opening<br />And the smell of glass";
cryku[14] = "<h2>On Being Ill</h2><br /><br />Why must we believe<br />Ill of our fellows? Because<br />We, ourselves, are ill";
cryku[15] = "<h2>Thirteenth Year</h2><br /><br />Us, warm under down,<br />cold night air coming in; why<br />don't I think of that?";
cryku[16] = "<h2>Nice and Wet</h2><br /><br />Sandy feet are nice...<br />The sound of the grey-blue waves...<br />Not sandy socks, though";
cryku[17] = "<h2>Juicy (I can almost smell it)</h2><br /><br />This beautiful peach<br />puts me in a mind of sweet<br />Augusts at Squam Lake.";
cryku[18] = "<h2>Tart</h2><br /><br />I love the smell of<br />Apricot jam; it makes my<br />Saliva squirt out";
cryku[19] = "<h2>It's Not So Fun</h2><br /><br />While doing dishes<br />I often ruminate on<br />Regrets I still hold";
cryku[20] = "<h2>Thank you, August, and Farewell</h2><br /><br />It was effing hot!<br />I think I got a sun burn<br />from staying inside.";
cryku[21] = "<h2>Living with a Knitter</h2><br /><br />Purple tumbleweed<br />on the bathroom floor, waiting<br />for a little breeze";
cryku[22] = "<h2>Crisis of Conscience</h2><br /><br />A mouse got caught in<br />the trap on the stairs and I<br />could hear it moving<br /><!-- I'm staying in my Aunt & Uncle's house in Cow Hampshire, and they keep a mousetrap by this weird hole in the wall.  The trap is about two feet off the ground, on a little cement ledge, and the other night I heard the sickening crack—CRACK as the trap snapped shut and hurled itself to the tiled landing below.  Later I thought I heard the mouse moving, scraping the wooden trap across the rough tile, so I went out and turned on the light to see if it was still alive.  It was a tiny, round grey mouse, its body no more than an inch long, and it was perfectly still.  I looked at it for a long time, and it never moved, but I couldn't believe it was dead.  I went back to bed, after that, and sure enough, a few minutes later, the scraping recommenced.  'So what should I do?' I thought to myself.  'Should I kill it, and &quot;put it out of its misery&quot;?'  When it comes right down to it, I believe in miracles.  So I left it to suffer, and drag its ball and chain across the cold expanse of tile.  In the morning, there was blood across the landing and on the baseboard.  The trap was empty, and reset.  It was reset, and it was placed, not on the ledge by the hole, but on the landing itself!  Why was that?  Had the mouse gotten away?  Did whoever had found this scene find an empty trap and set it on the ground to re-catch the small mouse who got away?  I didn't ask. -->";
cryku[23] = "<h2>Jiggity-Jog</h2><br /><br />Home again, some can't<br />wait for their own bed. Me? I<br />miss my own toilet.";
cryku[24] = "<h2>Again & again, and then...</h2><br /><br />Autumn once stiffened<br />my life; but now, somehow, I<br />taste it delicious";
cryku[25] = "<h2>Morning is all around us</h2><br /><br />The fuzz of soft rain<br />Slow swish of wheels on wet road<br />The heat coming on";
cryku[26] = "<h2>Cross Country Grand</h2><br /><br />Truck stop coffee shop<br />Bacon, eggs, butter and toast<br />And then a good shit";
cryku[27] = "<h2>Impersonal</h2><br /><br />Is that guy homeless?<br />But he's wearing an iPod,<br />sitting in the dirt";
cryku[28] = "<h2>November</h2><br /><br />Now the days are grey<br />But the nights have been moonlit<br />And as clear as day";
cryku[29] = "<h2>not asleep</h2><br /><br />a passing car shifts<br />shadows on the wall; sounds from<br />the couple upstairs";
cryku[30] = "<h2>It's cold, there is a couple walking by an old building. They lean in.</h2><br /><br />I love looking down<br />on the street at night. The street<br />lights are very still.";
cryku[31] = "<h2>Reaching Out</h2><br /><br />The neighbor blows his<br />nose so loudly, like he wants<br />us to make contact";
cryku[32] = "<h2>Everyday</h2><br /><br />Today is different<br />I had it all planned out but<br />now I'm not so sure";
cryku[33] = "<h2>Thank you, Year</h2><br /><br /><em>Provisional Is</em><br /><em>Beautiful 2006</em><br />next year I will nest";
cryku[34] = "<h2>Bless you, I love you</h2><br /><br />The thought that we could,<br />one day, just blink and go out...<br />inexpressible<br /><!-- may you celebrate the new year with joy, hope, and curiosity -->";
cryku[35] = "<h2>There...</h2><br /><br />A blanket or a<br />shroud, snow makes its own kind of<br />hushed revery (&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;)";
cryku[36] = "<h2>Dog Walking</h2><br /><br />A bag of poop has<br />a particular weight, like<br />it leans toward the earth";
cryku[37] = "<h2>Jogging #1</h2><br /><br />Memorialized<br />By a red plastic keg cup<br />A pile of barf.";
cryku[38] = "<h2>Looking Back #8,951,243</h2><br /><br />Those years were not all<br />the smell of wild peas in<br />the late August sun.";
cryku[39] = "<h2>Birds?</h2><br /><br />This gray, fall morning<br />Short, desultory outbursts<br />Wash my muddy soul";
cryku[40] = "<h2>Dog Walking #2</h2><br /><br />On morning sidewalk<br />In a bush, spider's web holds<br />tiny drops of pee";
cryku[41] = "<h2>The Small Dog at Bedtime #1</h2><br /><br />Sometimes the small dog,<br />upon being put to bed,<br />rummages and groans.";
cryku[42] = "<h2>Living with a Knitter II</h2><br /><br />Sometimes I see it<br />Eyeing me from 'round corners<br />Tape measure in hand";
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