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>the string — taught, fragile — & wrapped fingers. Clocks lose harmony, rolling clouds dampen the night sky, blotter, beaten, choke out contrast, I fear, this delicate tie may be the only universal binding, no love not desire a simple existing Without prescription, the delicate timing of a knot’s design & binding  our fear —…

>king-sized bed, question of comfort,that kind of thing is no concern _____ lists are metaphors for real conversationnon-random variables conjured in presencecuriosity, hopeful connections / expectation bent for sound, unreal inside a crowd’s eyenever meant for the smash of purpose _____

>footsteps, at. my. back.creaking door ringing pinginginto the hallway, onto convenience tip plucking keyssmooththen suddenStop warm buzz wait belowi follow it, head first.

>still no shoes, nor the virtue of shoes,same piercing gravel road, neitherthe purse to spy a map nor compassbut how i’ve bumped this great vacant villa where lies an ottomanfor my abuse & leisurebeside that: a chair, a fireplacefor care, great care and staring where i rest, my legsforgiven and mind setto share a burden…

>something so lite so overwhelmingthe risethe sadsand, sinking alldog barks, a remindersome live for questions and somelove livid reality, lapping at the marrow. what a strange eastern european tradition,lapping at the piddle marrow, when there’s so muchmeat circling the bone. if unspoken, traditionshutter a whisperingneed, call it a habit.and if you turn off a thingnever…

>Punctured plane window,A variant of any death,The numbers fall away: Now, in fear, she is equalizedSound erased ­– In sloppy strokes,a child rubs the butt of his handOver half-dimmed pencil marks — Now, placated and abundant:Reference point a descent;Reference point distant,Controlled by a panicked calm Punctured plane window,The ice collects in rivuletsAround her eyes,Nose, mouth…

>It’s so easy to miss the off ramp,drumming up the wheeland screaming raw your lungs.

> down victorvictor drownblack townscare kidscreeping aroundblackout lightride it outdrown victorblack townunderwaterunderwaterunderwatereyeless visionno never not notno not never nevervictimless revisionblack towndown victordrown town

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> what’s the poisondegradation, the failing of language — more &sore swallowing feels the same —the radiating nervousness,from the bone out, aboutto vomit, to convulse,in the interest of hidingyour fears you hide thembehind cars, under baseball bats,inside bottles — half drunk — in the powder sallow in yourcheek. ‘Who’s hiding?’‘What voices?’ the stone rolls back,…