1715 11 6
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A pinprick breaks the black/
and pins the spin of constellations/
around its still point.
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850
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We saved and saved to buy the oxblood leather sofa./
Mia loved it so she scratched her name into the armrests
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114486
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The damp suspended/
in the air/
in a faint fog/
discourages coagulation.
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2900
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two small poems connected by the mud
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With green and silent industry, the plants/
convert our shit to fiber, food and breath.
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17553
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It isn't a half-cracked sidewalk
iron-wrought, October lamp-lit
at midnight
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135300
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In the tumbled-down now there's too much material, culled from pretty boys that don't notice me and tattooed ones that do, and I'm certain there's at least one dreamer soaking eyes into me who knows all the twisted lyrics invoking pretty little horses.
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111966
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Everything is on Time’s menu
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550
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Essences of bull and bison,//
stag and horse, illuminate/
the stony underground.
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1107107
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His self-assurance says/
he’s practiced in the art/
of self-deception
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840
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Periclean Greeks/
had no plastics/
just littered the world/
with tragedies.
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Because we are exceptional,/
our 3000 dead in New York/
exceeds in impact that of 75,000/
burned at Nagasaki,
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15001211
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The police states of German National Socialism/
and the Soviet Union are but pencil studies
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I wanna make
banana peel poems--
slippery little booby traps
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