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The sax is a slow river, all misted over, in the decadent drift of summer nights...
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the waves all green and gooey, all / pommes frites, ruinous, insolent, half / fractal
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Sallowed ephemera and these pressed words are the flora of such dejected places the névé of dust chairs emptiness and the cobwebs like cracks in ice- hallowed stasis the books now never to dehisce despite broken spines and I …
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In the rochambeau of mind, sword, and hand, Love trumps all; it addles the head, for it one slays and is slain, and it guides …
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drifting the dark shimmers of cold
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I dreamt of dark tidings, of shadowed doors and a porpoise, trapped, seeking outlet from behind jumbled rubble in watery depths. Bad omens, indeed, that tell of setbacks,…
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an empty thread spool as reminder
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gaze at the painting of a ship in a harbor in a town in a house in
a cupola in a hallway in a painting
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i built a house in the trees
before i lived in the sky
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Talking to Shakespeare by the riverside,
I am saddened by my lust for women,
how my eyes fixate on the spit that passes from top to bottom lip as they talk to me.
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Bring me your poor, your tired, your hungry
anyone skilled at evading highway tolls
Bring me your escape artists dangling upside down
in a straight-jacket from the sides of tall buildings
Don’t let them starve in the prisons of the world
Bri
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I make the blond barista
stifle a laugh: metal in her mouth,
fish hooked lip, she shoots me
this jaded look.
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head full of green fields, pink clouds, and grazing sheep
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For you I bring the circus, I reinvent
the shine
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What did they expect would happen
when you keep your Ukrainian crocodile around the house
too close to your purse, or your pants
or wherever else you’re keeping your cell phone these days?
and with those new yummy flavored cell phones
that l
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