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knit together structures and chosen companions like humming resonance targeting the head of a pillar
rhapsody of straightened out meters condoning the body of knowledge conjured “when will it be true?” said the guzzled gas like heartbreaks in a lone traction chord “get into trouble,”...
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The importance of community
I see everything in double the first hour or two after I wake so I need to close one eye and write one eye’d hymns Doctor’s letters that never make...
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Cassandra, dear soul of returning flames
Oh Cassandra, your dreams were never eclipsed never borrowed by the high courts as doctrine Oh Cassandra, how you continued to see truth-telling only to be transfigured into sex slavery...
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What is it like to write a poem?
It is a defibrillator on an apple or a swimming suit on a tomato that cannot swim, nor desires to It is a community dance that no one wants to...
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the patron saint of arts gives birth to dimmed stars and filed entry
dimming the scaffolds on the marquee of hearts and lore the patron saint of arts’s collective harmonics pray needling where pictures grow into mountains along a favorite fishing dock measuring...
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matchboxes in the soil for tourniquet weddings
delicate merit for the worthy horses of concrete and green fodder stooped and bowing like a franchise on the cover of Marines Co. magazine prisoners are shaking in line to...
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Trains that run away
For the morning or the light, designed to play with matches over your timber soul these trains are curling microscopes a quarter past 1 a.m., chaffed like the fog morning...
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scourging of soil metabolism
past the night class extractivism censors celebrations in chambers refugees of class global north figurines standing aloft from paper with a cape, watch, and pipe demanding services as free labor...
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old gravel for new proverbs and untied boxes in Scottsdale
shelter for trappers in trans-gulge sapphire shadow casts did not declare themselves unholy, unwavering, or supportive thinking of a life outside town like an extracted persona, made for these times,...
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Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff pardoning Algol
soldiers masked as door pheasants preaching into the breaking wind lovers drawn to the Atlantic, draping oiled gloves on marching pedestrians talking about Caesar and portobello like a façade to...