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Culture gives what it feels you deserve/
in the cul-de-sac of your time and place.
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The first time it happened the newsmen said the usual, “This just in…” Then just sat there staring straight into the camera for the longest time, nearly the whole news hour, waiting for there to be some kind of news, any news at all? But nothing, just tha
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The useless circuits of the dead
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a thinking man's bird
high above
coated with scent
of life
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I guess at the end you’re only
looking forward. Or upward actually,
since you can only lie there on your back
looking upward, straight ahead toward infinity,
your mouth in a grimace, with the ghostly
pink lips peeled back from the teeth.
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No canopic jars and fine Egyptian cotton.
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Someone is filtering her news feeds.
They know what she likes,
because she’s a real Reality TV slut.
She’s missing all the dirt on Obama and ISIS,
and the collapse of the Greek economy.
All she keeps getting are the latest feeds from
the Bache
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Good buddy Jesus./
Life coach Jesus. Enthusiastic//
and optimistic Jesus, no cross/
or crown of thorns in sight.
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Wasn’t that you
Giving me the finger
Or was it just
A dead ringer
For the finger of love?
Finger of love
Finger of love
Did you find someone’s dog do
On your doorstep last night
Something didn’t smell right
In the middle of the night
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Woman in shorts chooses to remove her own clothes
even as the men at the café continue to watch her
without hooting once because they have learned
how to contain themselves even while smoldering
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the swarthy terror network
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don’t ask me to set my goals./
I have none except safe air to breathe,/
a reliable roof,/
something aromatic in the oven.
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There’s an army of legs in the pit, with fires burning
at both sides of the horizon, swept aside from the center
like curtains. A painting of bright red water with
orange rain falling through the blackened air,
standing on the plain in the center,
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The earthy texture of the/
black and the pungency of the green will/
soon mix with onion,
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still have the yellow rose that I
did not throw into the grave.
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