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  • Bird Constructions

    Cat Clyde sings “Mama Said” and the sky parts below her crystal wings She has no stalk-raven atrophy ravaging the salt nests of orphan seismology This is where God lets...

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  • Dental Practice

    Dentists think of themselves as artists But dentists cannot be artists Because dentists get paid

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  • autosteroscopic fishing tide waters

    Working on a motive for crystalline gas houses and circumvented controlling people like accidental crash barriers in dawn scopes like segment highways that are the ashtrays of our forgetting solid-drawn...

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  • Transcendence is a mutual harmony

    Transcendence is a mutual condensation of breathing from one soul to another Breathing is the pastime of all togetherness, like asphalt dreams and sober control Where you direct your dreams...

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  • The nimble atmosphere

    I hear God She presents Herself as a Black woman Whispering into my soul And She does not regret The time She spends with me Hope instilled in control

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  • misericord fables

    hurricanes in the south white shirt lawns broker’s pièce de résistance banker’s broken furnace Geelong soap refinery misericord stationary wounded chorus gloves like a staple peddler’s splintered archway and a...

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  • The Faint of the Few

    There are sycamore trees and new road crossing signs for angry leaves and deserters There are no farms where peace languishes unstill unstoppable retrogression like the pedals of spoons delicate...

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  • Extirpation of Values

    God does not speak to me today. She does not want to. She is saddened by the disrepair of humanity and the extirpation of values. We have paved our own...

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  • Singing of the Milk of Dawn

    Cat Power taunting the maneuvering steer hounds crystal perilymphatic molars betrayed like soft lines of regret and corporate ashtrays seek silence in the cow dung of metre time stamps forgotten...

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  • Horn of plenty ars moriendi

    Thieves of synoptic meteorology debating wayward proposals for sublime entry to triggering dewclaws and vespers of restful language Downmarket trigonometry for stolen haste and verbose olive tongues with down-wind pearl...

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