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Were I to attach this wire to a conch could I talk to the sea as well as listen To mended ways, bees that hum? In “the land of opportunity" poesis brings a Peacemaker to go on. After a hundred days the IceCream Men had…
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An old cuttlefish swaddled in kidskin cat bagged in the surf but it wasn't to be. Skipping, a scudding windswept Fata the log, bleached woman would come of a night and gently blind fold her. Lay her down in the brittle faith. They would all smile later. D
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The Southern Comfort he sits outdoors in a snow-storm’s snowflakes collecting in his drink.
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if you whisper your truths, they’ll disappear
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I'm up before you, Painting with a mop and bucket in the sun: When what was left of you dried I fried the eggs and let you see The first of many horizons Set to disappoint with hope. In the corner of…
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Handsome are the houses,effigies in synthetic stucco: prosperity divinedbehind parted walls. Behold the ersatz simplicityof the residential subdivision, contrived construction inline and line and line. …
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I repeatedly smashed
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C.O, we ran a few schemes past you, Cabron! Camelita with three cigarettes
tucked inside her French braid. Her mother was cool. She left her needles
behind after she was escorted to Grants, pine cones embedded
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Noirish Drips riddle a rubble into puddles, lick lakes and pratfall like a tongue Nourished in silence you take back your lips, They've never worked your mother says, Your teeth must bear the wind. In French films you will admire the…
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