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Hits Snooze Twice: September 2010
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160; . 160; . The Poetry of Nathan Schaffner. The Bijou Poetry Review. Saturday, September 11, 2010. You can carry your entire. Record collection in ones and zeroes. In a little metal box. 150 years ago they didn't even know what a record was. And in another 150 we won't remember. Jesus we have moved fast. No wonder the days seem like a blur. Friday, September 10, 2010. I Would Have Rather Been. blah. blah. blah. If you were ruler of the world. That is my spine.
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Hits Snooze Twice: February 2011
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160; . 160; . The Poetry of Nathan Schaffner. The Bijou Poetry Review. Sunday, February 20, 2011. You lit my piano on fire. And I set your heart ablaze. These are my last nights in this southern city. Something is brewing here. And stutter one second in the future. I can predict trouble now. Avoiding conflict is my one true talent. And step in to a alternate reality. Wednesday, February 16, 2011. Metal crunches and scrapes. Snakes hiss out venom. She spoke thr...
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Hits Snooze Twice: The things that keep us alive
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160; . 160; . The Poetry of Nathan Schaffner. The Bijou Poetry Review. Monday, June 29, 2015. The things that keep us alive. Magnet hearts beating in sync. To the magnetic beat. These wires transmit love. Machine brains living machine lives. Simulated feelings bring robotic smiles. We are curiously alive. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The things that keep us alive. View my complete profile. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Hits Snooze Twice: July 2010
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160; . 160; . The Poetry of Nathan Schaffner. The Bijou Poetry Review. Saturday, July 31, 2010. Astronaut's Fear of Love. But last night felt. For the the first time. In a long time. I've been walking on air since. And then I remember. It was all a dream. As my capsule rockets. Tuesday, July 27, 2010. I push my pen forward. To leak out these feelings so. They don't boil over inside. You can feel me. I know you can. On the edge of your seat. If the world is real.
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Hits Snooze Twice: My Mind is a Stream
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160; . 160; . The Poetry of Nathan Schaffner. The Bijou Poetry Review. Monday, July 20, 2015. My Mind is a Stream. From my back porch. I can look up and see. Galaxies tumbling like the oak leaves. Falling from the tree to the northeast of me. Stars blurring with increased speed. Mind racing to catch a comet. To reach out and bleed infinity from my finger tips. This multicolored life spewing from my open mouth. These seconds that spin Suns across the sky.
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Hits Snooze Twice: November 2010
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160; . 160; . The Poetry of Nathan Schaffner. The Bijou Poetry Review. Tuesday, November 30, 2010. Tights and a Cape. I have found the reality. There are two mes. Is like skipping along an anchor chain. I could flip a coin. Or quit writing in the first person. Bit by random bit. We (as in you and the ever present I). Control only one aspect of time. The situation has mutated like the cells. In the third person. Where Nathan refers to Nathan as Nathan. I'm sure...
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Hits Snooze Twice: Vacation Bible School
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160; . 160; . The Poetry of Nathan Schaffner. The Bijou Poetry Review. Thursday, June 25, 2015. Breathing smoke and small town wisdom out with each breath. These are the passing summer days. When humidity rules as king. Restlessness is a natural state. Waiting for the Air to break. The Sun to set. The Stars to start their nightly watch. The future is far and unimportant. Now is the only thing that is real. Dreaming of escaping their cages.
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Hits Snooze Twice: August 2010
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160; . 160; . The Poetry of Nathan Schaffner. The Bijou Poetry Review. Tuesday, August 31, 2010. Until The End of the Milky Way. When the day settles for. Everything you've got in your pocket. And not a penny less. Don't fear the microscopic physician. He is here to make it all better. Let me lay frozen in time. While they rearrange my spine. And I'm glad I'm better now. This sharpened teeth smile. And I wish you were still around. Saturday, August 28, 2010.
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Hits Snooze Twice: October 2010
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160; . 160; . The Poetry of Nathan Schaffner. The Bijou Poetry Review. Friday, October 29, 2010. Thursday, October 28, 2010. Like a throw away. You use to mean. The world to me. Now I'm scared to death. I guess there is a fine. Who crossed it first. So I have found the. The hallways of Time. As to release these spirits. Into their proper place. Thursday, October 14, 2010. A well worn and dogged eared. Escape from one world. There are other worlds than this.
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Hits Snooze Twice: March 2011
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160; . 160; . The Poetry of Nathan Schaffner. The Bijou Poetry Review. Wednesday, March 30, 2011. Caution : A Small Shift Could Erase. The rain falls in slow motion. You can hear each drop like an explosion. On the pane of glass. There are a million tiny universes. Other worlds than this. Tuesday, March 29, 2011. You don't know her, and you never will". We had tried to cheer him up. And get him back to the Saturday mood. But some lyric set him off. Until I'm a...
