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New Mexico State Gem
What is your name? Never know. Hunched, picked offa pair’a you—neither crow nor winch. A thinggod backlit in neon after blessing us with neon. And I know what it means as a poet to carry this heavy basket—faint mason, invisible stevedore, passage of time, neither good nor right. I am fearful for firm and misunderstood…
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The Inhale (13)
for mouths. remember the taste of the burning dollar bill, the mossy ember. the inhale. meant it differently than the other, but they were both beautiful men with spouts one poet said, and then as if in response: charnel house, said another. one search from time to time. in the dark off-ness, what does one…
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Forbidden Planet with Drooping Almonds
Wikipedia Poem, No. 448 pupils big as street lamps warming up an attack of white iron radiator hiss father by the ramparts that bed remember beside a white work truck his bed inside the white iron radiator his left earlobe — tall field that rampart save mending in forbidden planet with almonds drooping an albino…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 363
into catcalling downtown traffic or masturbating on cedarview avenue behind their bed on a white work truck to the pigeons and buskers arguing an attack holes in their bed on white iron radiators they save me one hit of white work truck offered up to the pigeons and tugging an attack hole their bed on…
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