Poems by Walter Heineman
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| nothing better to do |
| the depth |
| the vestigials |
| transformation |
| two forms |
| unexpected feelings |
| abstract concept |
| when |
| awareness |
| its patience |
| our continuous dimension |
| self actualization |
| the differences |
| the state security offices |
| there are preconceptions |
| variations on solutions |
| when nothing else works |
| when you cannot grasp |
| when i get my chance |
| assailed |
| not exactly a soliloquy |
| nothing is more |
| pollen |
| spiritual teachers |
| the companions |
| the isle |
| the soul exists |
| under the house |
| to be less perfect |
| at home |
| architectural space |
| conservative humanitarianism |
| existing unseen |
| how do you lose |
| i hold on to the vision |
| i sit beside the dead family |
| misleading art |
| no |
| something is wrong |
| the abyss |
| the all becoming of everything |
| the housekeepers |
| the only hardship |
| there is always someone |
| the addendum |
| the conditional |
| the primary act |
| the whole is a sum of its parts |
| beginning the end |
| civilizations become other civilizations |
| nothing like living in the basement |
| preparing for the plan |
| joy |
| what is all this |
| a step |
| do i have recessive genes |
| first reaction |
| in the weeds |
| more often than not |
| one way |
| the moral war |
| three places are home |
| i waited |
| the unrepentant |
| atmosphere of nudity |
| how do you construct simplification |
| recogonizing talent |
| solitude |
| the bitterest of bitter childhoods |
| the comforters |
| the door always sticks |
| the dream |
| the feminine variant |
| the incongruities decide to mosey down the road |
| i agree |
| where can you worship that |
| a place that rots |
| and then there is the issue of sexual incompatibility |
| any deeper |
| death rehearsals |
| even wretched love |
| factual accuracy |
| i was right |
| looking for awareness with a zen joker |
| practice |
| teahouse |
| mature moisture |
| play nice |
| the shambles when he wants to sleep |
| how it started |
| looky here |
| no more fooling around |
| sooner or later |
| the inhibitions generally nest |
| the need to do it |
| the other haiku frog |
| the regrets |
| zen weather alert |
| ends the same way |
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