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>… discourse into the vein but how in? the image rides or bursts like a bust of Ludwig Van dropped from the super-story sky scraper passion lines wheezing behind or or or mashes across viscus pink micrometer slugging wrinkle above her crying eye i’m not describing the image to spite what i’ve said of course…

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> Bright and burning in my pumping veins the lonely morning before you rise spent dreaming others’ perfect names darling, there’s only you can lip me from this edge one memory left to toss so I think real hard about the time at that old house heard teens coo 100 miles out breaking bottles with…

>He is not as he seems bright dependable he is Selfish full of youthful glee humor maybe shards of projection his darkness is real you See this clearly all the sand pushed around like a retaining wall Quick fire cut off erasing everything while the child dreams Of future failures sees morning Sour embarrassing color…

>Where hides the walk’s invasive math he died eyeless now there dead nothing in focus he forges on rallying for the market farsighted feathers nod deeply know what he knows there each should remain though bite by bite dim eyes follow a weathered path from the crawling sun ten of them at least to share,…

>Pulled flat like confectioners’ sugar settled by a light low wind one leg kicks over the futon’s shoulder drops beside yr prophesy like a body beneath the stars you lured in crickets laughing they’re home under the untamed fig all night you refuse his sweet song but pluck and pluck and smiling pluck.

>Imperfect mythologies swallow studied now bitter sweet waves from where Gone missing Dante’s crunch no accounting footprints in ash or Chaucer his village Proletariat and idiots beating rice paddies thigh high water syrupy with snakes Jain my daughter her child Maude just fallen Out of style again in a chrome stroller Jain of no command…

> Waiting Room #1 transfixed by me-ness the uniformity of actualization “Represent us! Dance our dance! These here our potholes Need your attention, now! You may ignore the other (he is (she is Not our handicap, nor is (he (she Spread upon our 12-grain bread Hand us that knife, and be prompt!” Panic There’s no…

>i always begin with i keep off immortalize slow hands in the dark red eyes type a mouse quivering mouth, i don’t want to begin with, i what is on your teeth? where might i go today? i know how to get there. the shoes with the weathered stitch i do not want to immortalize…

>Key is justify nothing & I’ve learned from living here Harden yourself but don’t Be bull-headed, I know poetry & my art will spit in yr face Surprise! It’s poison! Or It drips. Either accomplishes My task: I know pantoum, Villanelle, sonnet-sad phrases I know Ms. Dog, blood running From her fingertips, jumped To her…