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Paper rips much easier, than pulled
apart. Smooth looks prettier versus
scrunched up. I like scribbled on, okay,
but not if it’s illegible, preferring words
printed in perfect form, along
with a little something about
the writer...
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communication, Reid Baer, poetry, relationships |
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REID BAER is WRITING for ETERNITY !
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After reading lately at night a lot -
damn! if there ain’t some pretty good writers
in books! so I kinda decided there
ain’t gonna be no legacy for me …
cause there ain’t much talent in this here...
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Reid Baer, writing, eternity, legacy, lives forever |
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The Last Alien Astronaut
By Reid Baer
Gravity is the reigning rule
around here outside there inside
here as associations swirl
around my sphere of influence
My complex of constellations
drawing as many elements
as...
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C.G. Jung, complex, gravity, psychology, psychiatry, constellations, outer space, space ship, extra terrestrial, aliens, Reid Baer |
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Reid Baer CONFESSES to Margo Rose Ferderer “My Bad”
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My Bad
By Reid Baer
I become angry when you don’t
get the quintessential meaning
of my expression embedded
from a wet dream, in a pirate’s
poem, or with any of my...
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Reid Baer, Margo Rose Ferderer, My Bad |
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Macabre Meditations on my Mother
By Reid Baer
I fear I was abandoned as
a baby by my mother on
the steps of a nearby mental
institution to be reared by
the inmates and the head nurse or
heady mistress after some sex
to...
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Mother, death, killed me, Reid Baer |
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The Red Book
By Reid Baer
I’m unable to keep pace with my own terms or
thoughts flying ahead instead of staying behind
this perturbed brain easily enough I lose sight
of such fleeting symbols that could spell out – yes - by
this...
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Reid Baer, The Red Book, C.G. Jung |
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Reid Baer is Fat and Stupid
By Reid Baer
Once upon a time a thin man told me I was
funny whether I meant to be or not that I
was a kind of jolly fellow he said but what
I think he meant was that I was a really fat
stupid guy … and such...
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Reid Baer, fat, stupid, poet, poetry, poem, C.G. Jung, Red Book, psychology |
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