Poetry
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Baratour Statesman Over the Tire of a Yellow El Camino Electric Bicycle
lawn fabric ironing baratour statesman inclined low to the barking sound hired for bird mimicking and charm pagan bow, like a leaf-string autocrat, some plead with you to bring the...
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from memories form God
Stalactical memories grasping for gravity like taunt rumors digestible only for a barking season, even then, no turned ablation not until the birds have tears and all the birds are...
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names, administrations, and measurements
a sequence of source food staring at the self-possessed linen of the neck saturated in timid conversation be it muscle or rewarded passages in the dark pursuing sentience with brooms...
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the fascist doctor’s petroleum police
Watchful spies over his ring finger treading lightly on handcuffs and mint tea, confessions that confuse the promises of anti-utopian saints Still, war and dredging of cult monopoly like a...
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The collaborator and the carriage
The fruit tree in the pardoned yard said, “you love regret. Why are you at this symmetry?” “a carriage. a lawn cycle. a measuring rod. all keepsakes from our forgotten...
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The needle base
no one is a fixture at any point in time realigned to the sound evening shadows bend below is the doomed orchestration like a flagrant society rushing in to find...
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Franklin’s Balcony
smoky brass conjuring Franklin’s costly rowing furnace dew – your pleasure milks across the evening storms’s seven-year box matches, relinquish your shop, startled timidity – bring our human humbling distracted...
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You told us you were the enemy
storms clashing in the bleachers where the voices reach the center field the stress of the induction seems to call, “didn’t you crave the end?” “What changed?” “You said you...
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Siren’s Song Axes
The plow scouring saints disinfect the skirts of the holy trailer work hats on your father’s head, be advised the rooms are moving with the sinner the vacuum and hay...
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The see drained Selene temple
Helios is crying with sandbags under his instructive eyes like tire irons drawn out to the sound of docile instruments measures of low calorie wheat tackle the diminutive sealing forest...