Poems by Walter Heineman
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Home
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| militia clown car on the way to the rally |
| muscle memory |
| someone must be responsible |
| the arrival without myth |
| the backyard |
| the business model |
| the doctrine |
| the evolution of the eutruscan wish |
| the insight diet |
| the issues of good and evil trapped |
| the last thing |
| the practicalities |
| the terrible creatures |
| unidentifiable remains |
| war and its resistance |
| lifestyle of the unrepentant |
| more subtle |
| now i arrive |
| schrodinger confusion |
| speculating on the probable |
| their tracks |
| time and apperception |
| what does art really do for us |
| graceful aging |
| impermanence |
| priorities |
| the map |
| the purpose of dreaming |
| the unlearned lesson of war |
| when chlorophyl dies |
| asian food store |
| empty display cases |
| evil has the strength |
| her last words |
| his unbroken stare |
| innocence |
| skillful negotiator |
| that kind of day |
| counting sleepless sheep |
| old friends |
| the one time |
| the only beautiful display |
| time sharing |
| forgets what made it |
| incentivized |
| organizing idea |
| petrochem induced haiku |
| things that happen together |
| what is a symbol |
| when the if then |
| a temple |
| after the spousal confession |
| king leopold and sleep |
| not quite right |
| the anarchist found the center |
| the most fundamental thing |
| the particulars |
| the standard |
| going with the flow |
| my confession |
| one comfort now |
| the small things |
| by design |
| last performance |
| two forms of perfection |
| wondering if i was stuck |
| all of nature is scratching |
| his life as a libertine |
| this late in life |
| you should understand |
| a rough life |
| recognizing success |
| the closing time walk |
| the good marriage |
| bureaucrat |
| i am now asking myself |
| sunflowers |
| the nurse |
| bury whatever |
| living costumes |
| periodically but |
| why are we here |
| becoming and remaining a human |
| paradise for some |
| philosophic despair |
| a successful revenge |
| the question of a small girl |
| the spirit of her mother |
| time is not a physics problem |
| a way of rising |
| everything occurring here |
| now that the rain had stopped |
| the signals |
| a feminine wile |
| quick sketch awareness |
| the cells |
| the parameters of exploration |
| when you become aware |
| art captures them |
| every door |
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