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coarse lunar distance habitation
bailed out high on the moon with dutiable failing returning ancient flags or crests of trial weather like timber scowls for retroactive Sunday clouds and makeshift storm drain lies where...
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New Arrivals in Cortina d’Ampezzo
strings plucking aristocratic pilgrimage fine sets of hammers like portions of wine spilling guts for bare hens brown Water Pipits running down the Alps like soldiers from a train romance...
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Mildred August donates blood for the refugee camps outside of Wall Street
When the wind has lowed to grass fired plains, asphalt for doorsteps will take noble holiday trespasses against shoe-born stethoscopes like Mildred August driven away to the porch processing camp,...
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The Sleeping Giants of Nesbinth
David Crosby brushed against my shoulder, gingras in hand, and we made fun of Neil Young “A man needs a maid,” Neil said. No, we said, you just lust for...
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sleeping patron of the arts
cold as knives inside that do not curl obversely taking natural tokens in medicine cabinets with bulletproof vests doctoring the lawn with Sabine’s Gulls like a northern outpost of remote...
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the congruent mercies of gravel ponds
spherule newscast ritual mechanics mountains descale sedimentary lining chains hold the tip to the surface, waiting, like peach orchard antagonist books scaling the subsided wanderings and brooked control saying, “I...
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the mercies of gravel ponds
spherule newscast ritual mechanics mountains descale sedimentary lining chains hold the tip to the surface, waiting, like peach orchard antagonist books scaling the subsided wanderings and brooked control saying, “I...
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when the gentlemen doesn’t look both ways
a father’s crumbs at the sergeant’s table laced between ornery thumbs, standards on the bottom of the plate working through a payment for rivers of curtains and curtains of rivers,...
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Past Marriage Rings Cuffed Neatly Between Nation-States’s Grocery Bags
arousing discomfort like bags of headache powder towering to hell Paris dancing with glasses of water and Snowy Albatross turkey meat grind the blank screen after the anthem smells like...
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griefmaps like elephant tongues
it’s the hot pipes coasting down the hills like rooftop Schneider waiting again to smell the escaping fires from the astray dorms disrupted from shadow- affairs, like a griefmap, and...