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Wrung
The stench of it sickens the worms And the pull draws mountains and men Reimagined tranquility Down to your knees in it // I’d drown in it Gladly die in it Something else, innit // But for a curl and a dream and a whim Build up breeze blocks Bury the magnets in piles of…
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Inheritance
Step 1: Stuffy pent up waiting and fuzz Curled in the corner railing Some cage-bound cosmic chimp sans chain Same key: XXX Ad infinitum Hamlet, some other poor fuck’s problem // 1 year- 9 month- 1 week Chips off the block Sorry, Pa Mustn’t be easy To see the same chafing pendulum Step 12: Swing…
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tchotchke
Wire thin up and springy at angles space here through twisted coil Hardened and bent by the frame // To throw the knot with another Overlap and hook and tangle Tough in learned recoil Unto malleable assemblage and chucks with softer edges // Sing amidst kilns and porcelain wildcats And jump in the city of…
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Freedoms
Caligula aches in the deep, bending the mantle Eyes peer out from gored lids Wrapped feet and groin and sentencing arm whimsically rend tectonic seams Whole segments split and drift Others flip, their cities now weathered in flame Hell’s skyline cooling in the autumn air A red letter day, consecrated to the arts. The whistle…
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Silva Regis
Upon the throne of epistemology Fixed. postured. Grave center of orbit and web // I reside here, too But transfixed in benighted groves ringed in steepest rock. // the dark- proud and anxious fawn Chased by the dogs of unknown masters // Through gaps you’ve been seen However blurred in movement And altered by heated…
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The land-once pulled tight across
The land-once pulled tight across Now tarries on descent The canyons, craters, the crust is crowned Magma still pulses the deep // Rapid to myters stall the keyboard soaked in tequila and gin. // Dried upon the sides of a foldable chair straighten- The sheets of an army boy’s queen // A world of grief…
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Papilio
To any other eye upon the hill Their flight entwined and ended Helixed, then hidden in the upper limbs // The banging on the door used to punctuate the oscillations “One, two, left, right, swerve left, spin right, left swing, right, leave. left.” // Torn wings of scale weighed in at just 20 seconds. 1200…
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Sonora, MA
After-time of rot and strip and timber Latent for years Between rhythm and harmony. Stems and roots and buds of it held dry and heavy. All that easy growth packed-in to safe and silent darkness. // and would it have stayed unmoved until time took will from that knot? So even when the pacific plumed…
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