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untitled 030620132117
the details unremarkable but important everything visualmostly but alkali when you kiss it isn’t her mouth you taste but yourlisting now gently breath bowing outthere on the sea lost in labor what sense what’s lost and begs no leaving but for it time gales and there on the seafloor full of tidal sludge — green, grayhammering out…
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Nacre Ode [draft]
let’s lie in the top left corner you will see this sun rise one you could not license licorice diamond the lady reaching waves of her lysergic arm one to brace another column of instead a list of historical events hysterical lucy against the unbottled still morning air hips lips lost lyrics careworn Theberton Hoof…
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Jealousy [draft]
$24 You breathless fool; I’m supposed to swallow more After you’ve allowed some young blond buck To call you “triumphant outsider” for a touch Of sharkskin? Who’s fooling who? I still paddle behind through the city Gulp Prosecco, transport for two.
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how the locksmith helped, draft 102120120753
you locked the door behind, you what else could i do? you were young, i wanted more. in his suicide note K dreamed about Freddie — admired, envied — never locked their door. silent, wind and highway light crawling sharp, i remember you mad against the white brick wall posed as imperfection. i had the…
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how the locksmith helped, draft 102120121741
you locked the door behind you what else could i do? you were young, i wanted more. in his suicide note K dreamed about Freddie — admired, envied — never locked silence then, wind and highway lights crawling now i remember you posing against painted brick wall posed as imperfection i had the locksmith come…
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One Long Fucking Question for Michael Robbins
What I’ve learned about long walks of course Was taught by the whiskers of a reservation man Lashing a horse Sterile tracts of pale kentucky blue grey shale Don’t take them Or take them seldom by mail Stretching out like a dying dog between The pickets and Queen Anne For a loss They can’t Be…
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super villain, no. 1 [draft]
Firstly, I’m begging— please stop —Let’s settle this: I’ve done nothing With my life &Deserve no thickly patAcross a hunched back Ten fingers, ten toesLove music, hate snowMiddle class, average nose So, quit it with the praise.Here’s my escape plan — no matter how bad it seemsfor me, hold the ambulances: [090320122231]
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untitled, 08282012
Ample legs firstDelillo crams Babette into a hacking jacket on credit,on blitzkrieg, on pineal cancer.
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