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Therapy Poem
At the livery we never met horses and implication forced our polite registers down We expected flesh would make us learn inferred particples as statements minus nudity minus poverty minus statement Katy on the couch last night calling me out on Breton We don’t talk about these things It’s cereal milk and Adele’s attitude Or I […]
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From afar, a Little Resistance to Credos
(after Zbigniew Herbert) Almost as prayer, the metamorphoses take you into their fold, the shameful dreams of sunsets framed by the antlers of a deer or the vision of Ouroboros, its spiral link to an ancient catenary strung back to the mind’s fluidity making for an out or an around the dead eyeball of a […]
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Small Harmonies (for Tom & Laurie)
The pause of the heron. The nous of the crow. The whim of the magpie. The drift of the gull. The pitch of the skylark. The charm of the robin. The stealth of the bittern. The scope of the kite. The poise of the kestrel. The arc of the swift.
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Firenze
overlooked bank’s riches fleeting finery two king- fishers the Arno’s court- ed couple
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Musty Part
It were that legs beneath the medical Blanket had critical dimension—gone Under torches was hot audio, and picking At his molar bends his face into negligent Surgery. Founded himself upon ritual Porch lights couldn’t illuminate, but a cast Blurs the child’s unattended evenings, Wouldn’t it, the itch, welcome filth? Often flagrant, urging, coming, pally Nurses […]
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Song
Some boys is fluttering in the head. It is a cruel they run among. It is one boy who name is Song. He name his knife Gods Paw. \\\ A creek he sat disturbing fish. Fish lardy, blind, he petted fish. He pet disease in the low parts, where live was maggoty sludge. \\\ Peering […]
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Predator vs. Predator
Not that I think that I know better than this: a new thought falls from wherever its nest was; the morning’s free of season and from hour. Whatever this is, it works at me for worse. The earth doesn’t see anything in flowers.
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Character Is Late
When push comes to tripping over what you’ve slain, you won’t worry. You’re no one anyone knows. A minute’s less sleep and you’d’ve made your train. Stand put upon where you are. The doors’ve closed.
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Sport Utility Poem
Here’s to good friends. Tonight is kinda special. There’s no fuselage like lack of enjambment. You meant to dream a kingdom of beginnings, but meaning comes after dreams, no matter what some commercial for German beer might suggest. Hamstrung by abundance, another poem in English, official language of traffic and other things that happen the […]