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Don’t Appear Howling
Wikipedia Poem, No. 487 compartments no compartments than what? then what that sound of intense emotion death blowing across vacant valley no-lines shot across compartments no compartments no lines between valleys no lines between compartments no compartmentalizing then what? the sound of intense emotion is the sound of of death crawling across the valley of…
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“Big Round Tits Played Like Flutes / Every Single Number is a Metrical Unit”
There is no war buy buy buy Ode to What Charming isn’t it? How here, high, second storying There can be none. How here, high, expanded in cowardice Rubbing temples like Ginsberg at the phallic lamp HEROIC My curiosity piques at a distance and murderous is Curiosity, suddenly I’m speaking East Coast Spanish Universe-sized droplets…
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