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Medal for Proposed Laundry
This is the last formidable dance To hear the calling of your corners However grateful or wind chilled The bracing of human wisdom Slides from the prison walls And implied...
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Memories are not unlike incisors
Yes, you’ve forgotten where your Dormant sands quake that Lead to an arrest of persuasion, But you did not forget her teeth Nibbling at your courage Like the depths of...
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Moon as Witness
The moon and the stars Are witnesses against us Seeing every atrocity All the travesties and heartbreak And they will not be censored In the witness chair They will not...
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Of Frostbitten Summer
Sacred waves of broken letters This is the gift beyond the sea Of seismology of tranquil Reports of fires of bequeathed Individual letters of concern An alphabet of terrors That...
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Attentive Living
Living, as it is called, is for those Who cannot face the facts There is a determined wind Moving against all sides Of bow-ways and short-ways Stunned in tidy equations...
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When God Cries Tears of Grass
For all the questions I can’t ask God cuts me with a blade of grass I imitate turmoil God imitates interest But there are no dollar signs in my doorway...
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Beacons of Oppression
No more past and frozen Broken dollars on the costume’s edge No riddle to be stolen Or hid between her parked legs There are ships on the balcony Solid in...
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Disafforested Bounty
Disafforested convenience in the Land of neighboring plentiful streets Of broadcast entries and solemn In the reins of remarkable beauty, Where pigeons grow And count the blessings of rush hour,...
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Faulted King
I lie on my grave Hunting the great parade For I was a faulted king But a king all the same
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If History Itself is God
I wonder if history is God, or, That people too often mistake History for God. I’ve managed To confine myself in an ontological Pseudo-inspiration for both Logical trespass and pacification...