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your chickpea skin
my willing mouth
the mundane things
we talk about
your shadowed eyes
my bright despair
your barbered mane
my tussled hair
four confused hands
touch in the rain
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barnum would have been proud
bulldogs in too twos
embraces for show
disks and dark booths
raw raws
scaffolding on saxophones
Scotland-yards of curtains
damp mermen
virginia sweet william
and dollar bills in
the greatest broken worth
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Sam Poole Poem
Oh you peel the rind
from me
in the gentlest manner
and it falls away
in fleshy strips
of bitter
citrine madness
where calloused there
in orange despair
it wrapped
a fancied ripeness
your agile hands
palming round
separate each wedge
I’d planned
with a tender tearing
sound
and in your mouth
I am the sun
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there are butterflies under the sea
and fish in the air today
willows wept over the moon
and stars giving
distance away
nothing is
as it seems
come here
let’s discuss
it in bed
where words
lose their shapes
with their spurs
and fingers with lips
run in herds
let us interpret a rose
in the way that an ear
wraps around
and tasting each other
suppose
we speak
from the tongues
of no talk
and stretch out
our skin beyond
these outlines of bodies
we’ve chalked
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Words fell through my mind
in plumber’s wrenches
you walked
through a room
my hands shook
I kept pebbles in my pocket
to hold on to
you
kicked at my desire
broad hoofed
your head became
an Olmec icon
my fingers reached
reached for you
like skinny cobs
of ancient maize
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