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Isabel II in Exile
Wikipedia Poem, No. 967 understand ennobling forsaken; struck down, despair; perplexed, in all. you angels chase wilderness of blood the rest hard-press to understand thee. earnest of blood inters irrelevance. i bet you can see everything you search for the wall the well the lakes of bit blood the low aftness crushed; perplexed, in all.…
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Between Her &
between sky and slick Reality takes shape in memory alone. between only, slowly Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need. between the fire Not only is life mostly failure, but in one’s failure or pettiness…
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For Yoame
Wikipedia Poem, No. 964 the picture oh him and it was you if yoame was a thing it is in your name a thing it is you naming a thing it is yours if yu or if yor foundation the picture oh him and me and it is your name and it is true i…
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How You Are Like a Cantaloupe
one shouldn’t courtsuch controversyso early on with nopayoff plan in placeone means this to be a simple poem about ribald rind brainiac of seeds dis-solves brown sugarhypotaxis in scaldinggreen tea teaches the kid a thing or two about sweetness manners likea cantaloupe.
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Black Hills Treaty
consider what they saw there i don’t trust anyone who doesn’t have my best leg in interest both calves slaughtered on the hill neither had a camera i hear their voices like high school girls squeaking on algebra at tjmaxx i drink coyote blood click click each pore inflamed for oxygen each pore diabetic tigers…
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Head on Fire
The sustained atmosphere of loss was international there’s nothing better than boozing up not running long old i’m not talking crap sounding ugly nothing ugly being promoted look at that god damned cow boy hat they’re sitting here talkin porno stuff is yr head on fire? i smell the smoke it smells like yr head…
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‘Sometimes they have lost their country and in their heart it feels as if they have lost something big.’
Wikipedia Poem, No. 949 my g pen all you don’t mean assassins looking saving up neither you saw it coming my chattering to you must be some kind of the short poem young many-legged machine that you don’t shitting against something to write this is bidirection only ambient words to you don’t eat tou bring…
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Parallel Sunsets Hidden in the Head of the Word
Wikipedia Poem, No. 948 i’m the only one who tells me when the poem calls that poem the pancake color of my charged-up fingernails that were no rhyme scheme your head was a poem called lookiat charging burn of my fingers that was the intellectual me where i am i am seeing the poem doesn’t…
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