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CAVEATS & COMPLAINTS BY DANIEL McCASOWAY INDEX OF FIRST LINES
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its glib, broken moan knowing no other ear.
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A breath between papers: (190) A candle’s gift to the night? (82) A city of poets - a dream inside a dream - (84) A free seat on the Bus to Hell - (201) a limit of suffering (286) A little thread keeps a sparrow from flying away. (137) A million years from now (271) And they asked me where my rage comes from: (183) Another angel came for me today - (39) an undercurrent in the city (279) A pain echoes nearby, in my impatient night, (57) A place where there are no scars - (200) A poet ceased his cadence once (66) Are our births Newtonian? (264) Are we possibilities emphasized by infinity? (13) A secret longing too heavy on my heart (18) A set of floating questions: (270) A thought that beats: (241) A torch, lain closer; warmth, sensation - (34) A voice roared in the wilderness - (105) Bashful shadows stay a bit behind us. (149) Beauty, once exposed, can’t be shrouded. (133) Beyond the limping winter of my discontent (53) both are in here, I know that now (281) Bring me home when the darkness comes. (136) Broken wings still influence the wind - (78) Caged lions seem to roar all night - (132) Can a book tell the story of itself? (206) Chaos gestures from beneath the crust of illusions. (144)
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Cloud, run, cloudy me: (194) Coil of despair, (283) Concealed in the veil of unholy night, (5) Despair lulls briefly, (196) Despair, hopelessness, futility - (87) Destiny - happiness: (86) Does peace follow only conflict? (102) Don’t sign in blue. (173) Doors run through here (191) Doubts are but black spaces between the sun’s rays. (60) driven to madness (284) Each of us knows an evil. (143) Each raindrop was a poem (299) each voice has an ear (290) Empathy, empathy, empathy, (176) everything is watered-down here (269) experience is flat (274) Faith hath no greater shepherd than the heart - (72) Fibers of me - broken frayed fibers. (118) From what springs this rosy scene? (109) Give me the sea, the hot, hot sea – (32) Hard dreams seem to expire hardest. (89) Hello loneliness. (162) Her illusions got with my illusions (218) Her long August showed me how (214) He was one of the damned nomads (252) How many are we left over from? (289) How many notions are there? (29) How we each cheat time (161) Human Nature urges gestures to Her. (254) I am dead. (263) I awaken as me in the now (250) Ice Station Zebra colors (19) I didn’t want to be written this way - (253) I dreamed of an island - (230) I found my voice in a bottle (127) If we weren’t here, would we know it? (224) I got a call from the Moon last night. (148) I have my limits - (103) I keep dreaming I’m reaching out. (266) I knew an innocent once. (151) I knew her really less so often - (113) I knew she could touch me inside (129) I’m out of control? (199) In the refuge of sleep - (243) Is a thought alive? (244) I saw the shadow cast in candlelight (17) I sensed a wonder over there. (152) Is everything arithmetic? (41) I squandered all my favors (121) I stepped off the edge (83) Is there something before the fire - (131) I took another hit today - (44) I tried to find love today, (47) I tried to give her everything - (134) It’s a cool night in the City of Rainbows (175) It’s all just a big standing wave - (120) I walked upon the world seeking adventures. (23) I wander a pasture of human words - (43) I wandered weak in the intense grayness (6) I wanted a transcendent thing (153) I was an eagle once, I’m sure. (48) I was a word uttered once by her (177) I was erased by a poetess today - (21) I was given the chance to redeem (61) I was nothing good today - (99) I was written in the lapping pulse (257) I watched the clouds today - (49) I went home for a day, (267) I went off looking for my soul. (52) I went out of their lives one day. (237) I will run in the graying wind (50) Just a little feeling (9)
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on an average day-
the kind that sparrows have
toward the end of May.
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Know - and you will be asked. (246) Knowledge gestates despair - (140) Let my poets go! (100) Little cuts, a jab or a slice - (117) Love is an elegant illusion, not unlike some ideas. (77) Love, leaping love - (123) Love’s shy cession more often reneges (73) Love’s voices send endless songs skyward - (71) Madness seems imminent today. (81) Marks on wood - (278) My brothers, my stubborn brothers: (93) My dove beats too near the flame (59) My fearless fall from grace (68) My feet don’t just tread upon the clay - (166) My heart was a beacon in its own smoke - (97) My heart was welled in a cage of despair. (31) My slow burn to the center: (184) My vision of peace (146) No man is rich - (125) No troubles sell a soul like this, (187) No whispers beneath the ebb. (220) Numb-ache emptiness - (181) O’ how warmer mercy seems somewhere else - (70) Old flights are still up there (154) One of us is the real One (226) One turn is given - the definition of the thing. (169) Our daily bread was darkness - (212) Our fear of Truth (116) Poetry is a pulsed laser - (119) Psycho-soul sword words: (298) Rain needs the soil to want it - (98) Reason never reveals sanity - (135) Remember to be a good role model (234) ribbons of fear (268) Roles play us as fools. (141) Run down into the mystery (207) Scars reveal limping pain - (75) Secrets seem to share an address. (157) Send in the prophets - (147) She came down from her dream, (12) She cut my heart out - (128) She read me to a muttering crowd. (227) She spoke to me of loneliness (14) She struck me as someone left-handed (248) She took away my doubts (107) Some absences scar hearts - (58) Somebody bumped into this place. (76) Someday everything will be forgotten. (256) some homes seem more remote – (293) Some ideas scream mostly on the main streets (69) Some incense seems... (242) Some lost thing (260) Some melancholic clouds soar awry, (74) Some odd, glorious illness (38) Some odd thing - (260) Some pathologies follow us across time - (249) Some poems came back to me when I was a child. (170) Some poets gathered near the creek - (104) Some said he was out there. (213) Some singers gathered in a clearing (139) Sometimes I come unstuck in the now. (221) Sometimes I get the impression (275) Some uncaged captain of agony - (56) Somewhere between these rooms, (262) Souls can go all hollow - (64) So what did we do? (168) Sparrows dip when the wind is crisp. (25) Spiral in ice shard, cut a vein - (122) Spring someone once – (277) Sunrise of my heart - (35)
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sunset of my soul,
midnight of despair.
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Sure, frustration endures in me. (145) Talk with others in darkness - (10) The blacktop of Sunset Road ends at Snake Creek bridge, (301) The final pulses of a burning heart (45) The gentle patter of 9-millimeter on the roof (223) The gloom of doubt descends - (150) The Greatest Thing is - (245) The illusion was destiny. (188) The metallurgists forged her golden heart. (42) There are monsters out there. (216) There are voices in here. (236) There is a DNA of the ether. (209) There is a ghost in here. (222) There is a physics of the incomplete - (197) There is a thought out there (225) There really must be magic in here, (231) There, reeling in the Euphrates is sensation: (24) There was a riot on the Bus tonight. (193) There was ice over there - (63) There was no hint in her sigh - (189) There was no way home for me. (156) there were some moods among us (282) There were windows for us - (255) There will be other pages - (228) These are the words she said to me: (158) The sky presses against me now, (219) The sonofabitch was so old (239) The sunset of another wild day (88) The terror of being ourselves (164) The trouble with finding out who you are (273) The Universe is a thought (142) The vagaries of perception (126) The wine was drunk when it arrived - (202) The world is our womb (167) The wrong ones got here first - (208) They asked me if I ever killed a man. (172) They came up from poetry (79) They cannot know me - (247) They come up each generation (114) Thirty years is a broad span to anyone - (15) This can’t be real - (115) This is the Promised Land. (238) Those solemn nights soon eased away (203) Those were the clearest moments. (179) Time is not on my side. (130) To know what takes us someday - (101) Trying to explain the plainness of The Other (210) Waking dreams lurk in the tedium of a day. (171) Walls can be climbed - but more often (62) We all see traces. (205) We are blind inside the aura of our own passion. (138) we are the nuclei (272) we are somebody’s things (297) we confine (258) We cut it close, (233) We died for this, true, (195) We don’t know we are ourselves most of the time. (265) We got ruined one day. (198) We’re all a missing patient (192) We’re each our own Big Bang. (276) we’re each our own long lost dad (287) we hated people who hated themselves – (294) We spread our poison, sure, (229) we wept as we waited (259) We were born to ourselves – (288) We were still running our world then. (240) We were the last ones. (215) We were the nobodies (261) We were works of art - (251) We who took the poison (95) we woke up in that roar around us (285) What ideas seem more original - (111) What is this agony, what is this pain? (33) What is this curious complexion of devotion? (2) What is this thing, Fear? (110) What is this torrent of the soul - (112) What of human frailty? (1) What pragmatism withstands Love? (108) What sort of things came out of that night (51) What substance have I? (65) What thumping kinesis works the darkness? (94) What tired devices hinge in my mind? (67) When all the rocks crack (235) When beauty was a gifted child (54) When men kill themselves in vast legions (3) When patterns cascade in there (204) When the heart is revealed - its gifts pour (46) When the illusion of order evaporates - (55) When we crush one another (92) Where is the mystery? (16) Where is truth? (85) Where the birds sing is where she is. (80) Who ran this room for so long? (186) Whose futility am I living now? (124) Whose poem am I? (165) Why do we show mercy to some (160) Wisdom mourns ordinary errors. (163) Words are nothing? (178) Words speak to each other in our minds. (180) You’ll remember an explosion of colors (232)
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because some things just don’t add up otherwise.