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>I’m at the edge of thingsall of me, unafraidand the edge even so the edgeflexes so a brave thingmightsail beyond where it betrays laughterlike a heavy weight adds plymistakenly sings me, this witheringbloom and another thing to swallowthe rye & pitching sail, free to spiteblack ribbon drawn to the spoolbeyond pupil, beyond discernible will I’m…

>what pulls the tall thin girl’s white towelcloser to her teak tent-pole legs, three delicately bent, lean firecrackers anda curious quarter-stick of dynamite fixed toward the ocean, so manyseem over-prepared, hesitant likegulls idling on an island of wet rockwhite wind a steady beating, just starved kept from instinct’s kiss, though the peddlersthe combers, the oogler’s…

>I don’t know how to pronounce a word like that, Cookie!He was staring like he does at her scrunched up knees, they looking like a kid’s drawing of a pathetic and eyeless pensioner sucking a bright fresh lemon. Cookie, make it plain. Plain-American. Don’t say it like you’re sucking your rotten teeth like some faggy Frenchman. You…

>I am sure I will die young…hammerbang……hammerbash………hammCrackWhat cruel carpenter fucks near the reclinedAnd I know, George Plimpton finger-taps a cotton kneeIn the packed back seat of a Silver CloudThough, having read through the obituaries I preferPhilip’s pounding contrast, its striation My dreams puncture filmInsecurities of proof regardingPetty, pretty well-dressed bourgeois Busy bosses promptly impress, remain soignéAnd…

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>improperly framedthe transparent glass panebrushes against its own infertilitythe director’s proclivity forcarnassial misdirection into the soft sand beneath Pfeiffer Beach with a waterworn wandthe director writes the word “SOUNDTRACK” black shotfingers severblack shot whispers, twice from heronce from her consort, leadingher hands cross.she is not guarded.she hides nothing.you must listen the director is pleasedtells her, “There…

>I saw you last nightpast the panning red light. Technology has advancedbeyond the declining limitsof one woman’s humble, earnestpotential. Relax. I did not set a trapin which a lady gets caught, merelya fireworks extravaganzato draw your attentionto the steady panning red light. Did you see it?

>Second-story visionBlacktop, parking lotOne hand wipes east Fingers wing-wideBlack ink, sure bordersObscured vehiclesA clear, steady languageHis smileNot her frown, but her collected composureFolk shield their mouths when speaking.

>”Poppy orange, pollen yellow bounce aboutBeside my table, bending, bent, scoop up the babesBrowned, begging-to-be-unbound breasts all but roll out Here golden baubles rule toward, terminate in a balmy binJust south the eyes that stare at the tangled painter’s peltThe King of Brute’s bruised & gilded champion’s belt” …

>if everything is nothing then nothing is everything if every nothing is a something then every something is a nothing or if some nothing is an everything then something is an every nothing if is something is a nothing then is nothing is something (, at least) if something is not then nothing is if nothing is…