Music
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What is so wrong with Earth outgrowing humanity?
Empathy for Duncan from Paul Simon no spikt call in New England of the tawny-breasted flycatcher Thanking God I am not entitled, here, thanking the Earth I am not Her...
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I never wanted to visit New York
solander leaf prints par-tunneled were espaliered on a favored garret drinking in back compartment leaves racketing up a forage transgressing the heart of Cat Power for lilies and nuclear plant...
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Drift Ice on the Cargo of Eternity
Verglas on temples of the old reticular presage like harm on the antelope’s causeway, froth and electronics stable home for junior salesmen across an arch of the empiricists knowing who...
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Cat Clyde Never Bent the Arrow
Pouring stars scatter at her feet with division temples like grass frogs token synthesis for globetrotting parched royalty like a pelican dancing as it flies / Along the cries of...
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milkweed without marble (the first violin)
feckless on the marble combing for the hidden grease negotiating with the sleeping waves not here tomorrow or in the moment all but weaving oligarchs like skirting trials that did...
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Counted in the extreme thought of bi-rated reprisal and condemned in its mercy
mercy for the dilapidated saints in the cross-rows of windswept intuition, devotion, like a cowering excuse, for regal band camps and informed discretion like the festering heat of demarcated swallow-throats,...
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Who wants to stay in Australia?
From Sydney to Melbourne There are rats in the beggars castle Like a fervent Cincinnati earthquake Stirring the rest of the favors With the rest of the unacquainted Toiletry weddings,...
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Lou Reed is the Parliament of Turtles
Lou Reed steals sandwiches behind the curling iron dusting off his raincoat, he sits on polyester sheets electric bolts shine beneath his feet like clay his is the parliament of...
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Leonard Cohen’s Hat is a Tip to a Generation
pearls dripping from the faucet not letting him turn me down there must be release, even small, but steady into the plastured night like an instrument missing its thinking and...
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Untitled Ancients
I can separate, belatedly, the angels from the aliens but I do not know, quite familiar, which I would rather congregate with, steaming, Cat Power decrees, “nothing in return” as...