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line against the wall
fat birds too wrung out to drive
later, rooms' sweet ease
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a beauty untold
a faith untold to the weak
faith I've never met
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the old brick is dead
tuck the morkin, shoot the dog
bootless memories
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Patiently waiting in a line
eyeballed an wary
harsh barking of subterranean cultures
standing weary and inured
to the rotten
fug
the rotten
oxygen
inside the high walls and wire, the weighted stone of
the convicted
existing like convicts
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the soldier. the pretty city girl.
in a room of rust and patterned blood
cover
ash all in the riven air
ash of city, ash of sacrifice, ash of
soul
"I came here a soldier. You have made a monster of me."
he told her, in a voice as
cancerously black and lost as
any stygian
pit
frightened and quiet
she spread supine, naked, shaped, shaded
like gold
mortar shells screaming all around
digging holes
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dreadnaughts split the sky
whorl motions of atmospheres
merse the wicked sun
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'I shall will' says the Proclaimed Self
when you know
it most certainly
won't
'Forever' swear the lovers
before they weary of each other
and pass with
sideways
eye
maybe there will be some
other times
looping mirrors reflecting
themselves
speeding light spread
ever along
the fire's fulgurate throat
stroking a woman's lovely
shudder. a room in Rome.
like Krishna
riding high
distinctly
satisfied
shadows within the
shade
the elephants may
parade
But, never,
no never
will they ever
clear the
stage
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Sweep, old lady, sweep away
the tin
din
and dust
of the day
breath as the sun sighs and
settles into the
ground
consider the satellites as they
come back
around
gather the children on the
wide fields you have
found
Sleep, old lady, come Monday
and dream
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the line straight, turning the globe
dark and then darker colors passing by
the vivid stream, covering the sun from her
indecency
the day a dank, gray stare
through the glass left over from the last
hurricane
maybe I should go outside and
listen awhile
But, I am worried. I'm goddamn sick
the rain is costing me
money
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she sits on my shoulders, wrapping, twining
long legs warm round my neck
so tight at times, I cannot
breath
she looks long in my eyes
deep and intent
past the glass as if to discover
everything
to pull it all up, to
study it
is truth a product of vanity, some kind of
futility
as is said
sometimes
I see nothing unless it sees me
and she is so much of my system
right now
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