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baby steps on the grass
and cries at the tickling feet.
today we'll make music
dribble on the wet nappy
converting enemies to gruel.
why am i so cruel?


there is a reaching out
to becoming inward. all the galaxies
clustered in an iris
which once belonged to you.


goodbye columbus . sails adrift
over the horizon. monsters waiting
somewhere at the edge of the world.
or gold. or gold you whisper
as the spray hits your face
as the sun fractures across the bow
making a rainbow making illusions of reality.
















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concrete and asphalt mixologies
spray painted moon winks at venus
a tear for all the tears in my ozone.

layers of mood over parchment thin pastries.
a growth in girth and genuflection,
mirth and monk deflection.
"if i can't be one with you
i'll take god, he's always there."
baptist. papist.

















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last nite , wind carried
a hint of spring, delicate and fresh.
my arms were gooseflesh
and summer's white dress tarried.

now the unbearable
sun burns the grass.
i think of your ass
and how yr wearable.



next stage blues sing
siren in my head.
we were long past dead
took off on a wing.















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dear last love of my life.
dear next love of a life.
dear oh dear she says
is this my own mess
upon the floor. who shall next
show me the door.



















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no ere is impetus to act.
the broken beer bottles stack
like a stairway to oblivion
let's walk them , shall we/ shards
sticking into flesh. palms. feet.
the very place of forced sacrifice
the genesis of work. watch the blood flow
sweet into the pool
at the base
to which i can dive when i reach the top
we all dive alone.



i'll share my oxygen with you
if you jump. if you lose yours
but only enough to give you hope
as i swim back to the top
for help. maydays beconning
conning
con ning
ning
con
ing























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what does it all mean
he asks himself as he pours frosty
flakes into the white bowl
with blue stripe. it seems
he asks himself this same question
each morning. looks for the answer
on the side of the box, printed in chemical
formulas, with a hint of organic.
what was the question?
each day a new start.
of the same old thing.
taste of sugar and crunch and cold white snow.
get up and go.
















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it's morning again
she thinks as the alarm
goes off. instant dispersion
of the dream set mind.
no. hit snooze. where was i. no.
if you don't sleep enough
your dreams have no where to live.
they settle in the pockets of your coat
turn into money. she shakes out
the bills and counts them.
puts them in the bank.
tallies the count.

















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tired ness creeps into the marrow
but still this ache to rise. vacuum
ash into obstinate sculptures
spirally towards heaven. a place in your arms.
forgotten and forgetting.





















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he sez i still believe in love.
a miracle of sorts. bags under yes.
eyes over pouch. nice pic, it feels
like real. it feels like a never leftness.
a concubine's lateral move.
she's still trying to control the wave
but it does what it wants. wipes
her into water. mingles with air. now her
knees hit dirt. ow that hurt. mist flies
everywhere and there's a pull
on the surface of the night.
he's there. his heart beating.
eyes a possible
an unopened lid.
the kind she craves most.
















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and what of you. how are you today?
i wanted to phone the next station over
but lost your number, just as you meant me to.
or as i meant to. the equations of situations
too diverse to simplify. a cloistered by product
of introduction and voyeurism. a possibility
viewed from the banks of the ganges
floating face up, eyes wide open
but breathing.
breathing
still.