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Paterson is Yours
blood-bunny lays on false facealone in encouraging corners halogen burns —it is relevant to observe— spanish communists hidden in bowling bags and electricteeth gnawing at gates of dawn soon we’ll all be frozenbelly of lake coronavirus deep unremarkable remembrance of celebritysuperstition swirling around salon breeze transfixing artificial and drunkdo i hear guitars preserving structures of…
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‘Noir, NJ’ by Paul Muldoon
When I wake up in a strange bed Beside a girl called Pam I try to play the whole thing down And give my name as Sam It’s clear I’m way out of my depth It’s clear that she’s dropped a dime It’s clear that even I suspect I’m guilty of some crime I know…
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