AT LAST The simple lies so easy not to tell, One hell of ice. A Hall of Fame for those not nice, The predator of life. One cannot hold a flame bare in their hands, But one can help blisters grow And lick their bloody scabs raw. I know. On the table near the thumbs and eyes, Fresh pressed buttons, […]
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BUMPING INTO THE SKY You think intolerance a white paste you can spread across the air. Day comes with a break between minutes, the red flash of the red-winged blackbird, a greeting from your I’noGo tied* slung not to your belt, but to your insides: If you say you cannot tell what is true and what is not true, you […]
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GHOSTS I do not have a presence and she tells me she is a ghost. Substance has that kind of weight. You talk to the streams radiating from the edge of the river as if each one were a snake that fat and walk into an outer universe to draw the night with color, quick and simple, exactly like life […]
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