Tag: poem
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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…
The Humdrum Epicurean 