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  • a four lane highway [draft]

    molten machine buzz docked atop the horizontal blow returns to strike cheek and brow  with entropy’s graceless glow their whole lives  a single permitted useacross a four lane highway children teetering on a bed of weedsi’m longing again learn’d pall espied  the hungry concrete gray drape of water and stone twisted into graceful tones shovels…

  • trench warfare, v1

    here we are again,alone with the screamingwhiskey baby — a thousand milesgone, flies speak a single tongueevery tongue — a pretty girlwalks across the amber barshe will not hear it, she mustnot hear it; pleasedug into the earth’s narrow veinshe sounds like rain, a sparkfilling lungs, one last dark sipback against the dark bar.

  • Found Poetry No. 2

    Say the word swimming. Now say it without the ing. Excellent. You’re up. Spell the word growing. If you take off ing, what do you have left? Where is grow? Which one? Which one’s o? How do you spell it at the end? Good. Uh oh, tell me the sounds? We don’t say, graw. Never.…

  • untitled 031320121245

    in the smiling eyes of death we find comedy in the unthinkable flatness of dust we discover photography we are our grains and height awake late, again,  someone warm loving you  in a dream in the other room a truck full of swimming boys swerves hysterically on route 17 commerce passing by in streaks unnoticed…

  • formless [fragment]

    it was a quarter past two in the morning and she knocked on the cold, hand-painted door three times. she often went for a 5-mile run in the never-silent urban night; interrupting the halogen darkness, ambulance calls were foremost, then police sirens, then the dual blast of fire alarms. he answered the door almost immediately.…

  • Found Poetry No. 1

    mystery of the ghostbloodthirsty massacre, dark water have you seen the legendaryChi Xu Cliff mermaids?the Soviet Union harvestrival week wins a distress message: “save me, lady in the waterin the door to the sceneZhou Sheng had died.” mobile phone lover Luospent SMS pop-uplong a certain death: “i am the lady in the water” this is…

  • untitled 12292011115, revision No. 2

    Thumb jammed deep into her eye Bedclothes stain with blindness She’s over the pain with the snap of a finger You open your eyes, you’ve inflicted love  She shows a glimmer of affection She is tired, you are tired You’re permitted beside In darkness the wound inflicts a wound In your mind you are kind.…

  • [notes for a longer work]

    decaydental cariesdemineralizationenamel, dentin, cementumproduction of acid by hydrolysis of food debrisStreptococcus mutans and Lactobacillus Cariology is the study of dental caries. the air crackslike dry timber It was there that, in 1939, his son Antonietto died as a result of a badly performed appendectomy.The same year, he was made a Professor of Modern Literature at…