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lamentation for less than three people
if my dreams are answered and contemplated and I leave this stolid, ruthless, and murderous planet sooner rather than later, if there is such a thing as mercy, I will...
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wheel-wrights within wheel-wrights; gusts under the temporal strains
storming goals like carbine ashen medicine a break apart from the wasted and hands-folded corsetière misplaced Toarcian in summer paces never meant to destroy our backs against the wind but...
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jumping rivers, denoting the passages
there were saturated windows on the headframe of our gusts landfill jealousy with a bruised eye holding the only trophy vacant sour crops like camps under the timber cosmos the...
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Chapbook uploaded: The Diaspora of Moonlight Interposed
I have uploaded another chapbook of 30 poems to Internet Archive: The Diaspora of Moonlight Interposed It may be possible this will be the last book/chapbook I upload, though that...
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Elephant Recycling
burrowed in the low lying branches the trees are acoustic slumber tresses in the night, corded and smoking illusions to the snakes, sugar for asphalt hallucinogenic mornings beyond the painted...
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So many sold desert mornings, away I will go
If we scatter to pillows laid down on ginger saber-rattling dragging through the town square had fun today, the waves were screaming holidays jumping up and down on irons television...
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leaving every dime
a caravan of broken language stoutherie window empowerment like the severed tips of malnourishment barking among a crowd in Tavullia where pardoned sinners smoke apple cigars and saints open the...
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Wall St. MDs
Broken stanzas pitted off in remorseful tones where bleach saturated grates down missals like shinning grievances dancing on the army – stray possibilities on loan from doctors on Wall St.
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Donations to the stolen market: the starving artist assured
where patterns contour in abrupt explanation like a doctored letter to a friend in passing we hail no coordinates or break even from here we gamble to market strategies for...