Poetry
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Saturation and Desensitization in the Curls of Ear-Marked Inveiglement
Doctored freedom march licensing find a great turn under the abatement of courage the retracted senses of our own way spreading sight into the conurbation cycles the retreat of courage...
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Cohorts of the Seven Kingdoms of Mount Christopher
chary corners on broom smoke swoon like Michael the Archangel singing folk-blues along the broken lines of borders unease dismissing the separated wind chimes along the chrome stolen boulevard happy...
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Scenes on Sacrum Sets
Before the grifted wager the tallied stagger, into brisk caramel trollies that stop and walk into oncoming sycophants like waves of distilled weakness He never even spoke Upon the metered...
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A canopy of locusts under the streaming subscription of fun loving violence
where stars dare of form between the patter of our eyes, like duets on stage, keening holding paces for tears behind doors along the coveted closet space factory moonlight where...
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My good prison jeans
never able to truly take in air under this flat woven space without inhalers or morning, afternoon, and evening doses of the right measurements stolen victories in speaking to God...
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The fog does not witness us
promoting trophies in the trying elephant rain where the fog did not dream to witness us into existence Tattersalls horses buying back their bonds from the graves of the English...
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perhaps she shouldn’t be here either
maybe it shouldn’t be here for us to find I have to wonder, do you hear a fast beat with a woman singing? I hear her contours, her implicated presence,...
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Raising the Veracity of Imparted Stock Brick Corn Feilds
Dedicated to Cat Clyde And the thousand year struggle Of at a stand endurance Where the light folds into a standard reference degression of berceuse tonality like seven years of...
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God Seizing the Natural World of Caverns (and Me)
Dedicated to the partitioned vision of God and smoky fumes of friends, long past “You’ve earned this right,” They say, learning just as much about hospital beds, taken stations like...
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A Paris made kite
Without saying that the goodbye is on the way little is left of kettle illusions, but matches and doorstops boxes of wet matches, too soften the view of the cordial...