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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; swarm</title>
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		<title>My Mount Olympia</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[College]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[breast]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[home]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mythology]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sex]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[When the lint on the invoice envelope&#8217;s edge, looks like a man running for you, I want a mother, I&#8217;ve always said, to hold me and melt me into her breast for the heat rocks me to sleep as if I could do anything but rest bordered in your arms you bat away the bees [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When the lint on the invoice envelope&#8217;s edge, looks like a man running for you,<br />
I want a mother, I&#8217;ve always said, to hold me and melt me into her breast<br />
for the heat rocks me to sleep<br />
as if I could do anything but rest<br />
bordered in your arms<br />
you bat away the bees<br />
around you that swarm<br />
to taste this ambrosia<br />
that never leaves me starved</p>
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		<title>An emotional dilettante is about to tear</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[lackey]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[An emotional dilettante is about to tear and tear. Yes. I, the lackey of logic, care, Unstable as a rocky, cliff-side crag, Feeling the free-fall- depressed and sad. Hug me, for I will fall in love with falling: Craving you, unchecked as a city sprawling. Right now &#8211; irrational as the root of two Quiet [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>An emotional dilettante is about to tear and tear.<br />
Yes. I, the lackey of logic, care,<br />
Unstable as a rocky, cliff-side crag,<br />
Feeling the free-fall- depressed and sad.<br />
Hug me, for I will fall in love with falling:<br />
Craving you, unchecked as a city sprawling.<br />
Right now  &#8211; irrational as the root of two<br />
Quiet outside, but it&#8217;s just a rue.<br />
Underneath the tractors are churning<br />
Above fields of manure turning<br />
A bag of weeds and seeds into a farm<br />
That without plague or swarm<br />
Will harvest bountiful fruit and wheat<br />
Until in the sky we meet.</p>
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