Pugmarks Poems - Poems about Pugmarks

...A proxy life I was fighting in the hourglass to open the pathways of a grain for a bloody birth of an idea. Was time faithful to us when we were drifting apart ? A prowling big cat had again ......

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...After the puppet show, the nest was calling. Indeed, the leaves held the slanted light expanding the shade snared on branches, of dancing ash, of almond eyes. Why the hangman was waiting for ......

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...I stood and cried in The Magazine Bus, Deep in New Orleans, in the city rush, as it plowed and choked along like a curved-back dinosaur wheezing through the swampy ways, rattling electric wire......

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