Best Currant Poems

in the church of the latter day pipe dream
the jungle heartbeat settles with the sleeping sun, 
the hightone choir kicks up a midnite melody filled with street bead jubilee

in the chiily frost a houndrel skidmark queen skates circles
around the thatched hut of eternity
holding burning rites...

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Put on a fish glove then take it off and replace it with a gauntlet. Imperative and imperial. Such a ruler of lands. Wow. Integrity is not for a swan who falls from a skyscraper. It is found only in jewel incrusted swords ten or...

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