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>For A.G., Whatdoes it mean to have a radio hit? to only define Her by the airbetween toes, curling and stretchingcall this a dance, and Her Suitors will, at least / beside Their unhappiness, be happy a little dalliance (grows from cracks in the carpetstill-packaged rivers, and what do They mean? whatdo They want?

>Night settles a hand over the asphalt, its nose upturnedLater, riffs above and beside patches of moist grassSo much artifice: the almost-matching mirrored stars;                                                buzzing suns-silenceAffected, adjunct and bluish hues blinking for window…

>Somewhere inside this empty deskthere’s breath, where meddle meets deathand wild wind, that hungry scratch, will catchCouple A’s blight passion coyly exposed. so Couple A will smile,knowingwhat Couple A knows Individual 1 is satisfied / Individual 1 cannot not sleep the daybut, Individual 2? / so determined to mine a final rhyme so tired, so in loveso…

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> The dog dashes pastWhat fills the basketOr the tall red binItself, a matter of timeBreaking morning lightOur hours so fast, soSuddenly ataxic. His clawsClanking on the tile floorNail prospective, withering son.

>the most important image in adulthood (is a metaphor) she only seems to be standing black hair bouquet on a pink blanket & arms arch above her head, fingers spin a smokey web emphatic, elastic with a rage insulting passion, real passion nothing about, and knows no subtle range all egg shells, at this second.

>Please keep close, the best part’s almost here ( Anatomy of a tear, fearful & round blossoms from, replant redolent dead sordid bunch watches weather & peels hopeless basketweaver emerges berryless handfuls of sweat unpaved, though traversed brand skin in one motion stripped back reveals crosshatched patterns of sweet. Tear fearful from weather unpaved sweet ) soon…

>my biggest fear; my big fears; i fear many big things: look at this wall, you are my love and for me_____________ you must follow my eyes;_____________ and then i will judge you: my grand & elaborate career, you are my love_______________________ and for me_______________________ you must be free;my fear biggest my fear biggest my…

>“Monday. Delectatio morosa. I spend my doleful days in dumps and dolors.” – Lolita, HH, VN: Page 43 “The dream has gone but the baby is real / Oh, you did a good thing” – This Night Has Opened My Eyes, SPM Untitled 11152009, 9:08 p.m. The haze flattens out as the bus pulls awayAhead,…

>For the sake of taut ropeYour true voice strandedSwaying island of chords Tears one-by-oneTime darting through ageTrembling uncertain eye.