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>Flowers 2 All the flowers are dead What kind where they? No matter now The light is not quite right They cannot live. Grasslove Slow reptilian slithering underfoot the dewey brush Thrusting starward aspires to glove a wing pinch and twist All must fall when love fed by wine makes a wish

>JS is write teacher to. Loosen up! That’s it Now, associate thought with one day when i was a kid i found a blue dis. What really words Can do how they patter like rain in my hands, cool become hottt drops in a real panthers bound to catch thr. Patterns of loss cracked Something…

>Where is our future If you keep giving up I brush the rock, new fingers inhale, digest dirt under our bed stop writing bad checks brought my looking-glass to the bank bounced the tiny yellow ball off every wall ceiling floor in our progressively larger black room cut the crud from gummy sneaker soles Every…

>is that climbing a rock will eventually put you at odds with gravity, hand crushed inside an infinitely loving mother’s, you reach a blood-shaped moment where grinning fatality sticks and bops the dry, prickly seed cowardice rams down your throat, and without justification but cold stretch toward the nobler path. the attacking face. The point…

>life here is the thing of targetanyone jumping to their deathoff any appropriately high thing must surely have a target imaginethe incongruous bull’s eye our heartsplattered a bucketof yellow dyedropped from waist highwe know the thing must fall but wehope to give rise like a poet pantingso we give our ambition aimonto the new-sick stroller…

>What makes Me cry, I never saw Numb against the invisible pillowed hair Then matting it down One pill at a time It could be, it could be What it is Love sick marriage Splitting us, the cleaving what remains Not between us, for us, because us, Beneath us. making love but Warring ideals =…

> 1 No impossible morning coffee caught half an hour in a forever cup rain, i’ll sip of you scared to accept all of you and is there ever too much time will our love curl under and away like cold from an open ice box? 2 only men at work are sublime the ball…

> through a keyhole one spies a beating a boy on his back the thick bald Man hung over leather belt, flash of buckle imposing His vague hate on a still boy His red tanning the voyeur’s eye pressed to the keyhole we spy nothing. -for One who took his own, for Another who gave…

>leash it, Sarah and be the sun -drunk- pushing through coy & precious clouds crowding out the night eating all his rice flea-by-flea quarantined & quarantined & pinion to light he is not polite, nor nice. he does not deserve his sight, a gift too-big too-bright for such a fetid blight, feel no shame if…

>no kiss to heal i feel so naive, the way children devour paternal love with no intelligent comprehension but understand when the thing is too fragile when the lonely couple is weak, i wean myself off petulence then cut what remains, hard diagonal slices stick to the soil, resolved in nude patience and, now, free…