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We slept beside dripping glaciers
people like us
We were never meant to be housed
contained, kept, petted, cleaned
We could only be gutted
You used us one time
and threw us out
people like us
We sprouted the wings of desire
by watchi
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Crowded into the heart are impressions past
These are not recognized in the available light
of the present. So they sit in the dappled shade
drinking, the clear glass partially filled with various
and red liquid. Hat tilted back. Black top hat
S
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eyes, slow-waking, broach the young day's sun
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a humming fluorescent martyr
saving scratch off souls
seated at the right hand
of a sputtering neon star
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Andalusia I. partners in sunset the hawk and I in ballet ..............................he:..........the small flame in the wind ..............................I:............the last tremor of grace the…
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I tried to talk, but only / whispers slithered out.
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and he'll be dead within a week
but i'll still be ordering a large black coffee
and smoking upwind
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Who puts Vaseline
on the forefinger
of Lenin?
I want to know
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Underwater your eyes collapseand your feet touch decayed leavesand soft sand at the lake's bottom, the texture of tenderized flesh,maybe an intestineYou spring to the surface tofind your skull met by waterflies, and their limbstweak your peaceOn the shore your…
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What dissolves later is all front, that / creeping shell, that anybody’s house.
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Why was it so difficult to move / toward anything?
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When bees die they die
with their wings straight out
They die of natural causes
and their tiny bodies are bent
as though landing on
a flower
Their wings seem
too big for them
and they lie scattered
about the floor, tilted
in dead p
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They talk but they don’t really / talk
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He’s hooked on the pinball / excitements of adolescence
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He kissed her tits and thought of art
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