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Short Poem No.14
(unfettered) a long long time ago the red light splitand the blue light wove andthe earth bubbled in giant green heat With his eyes on the sky and heart with god,the old man leaned into his bedwith one last sweeping hollow cry against time, forever beehive in my underwear, goodnight
Short Poem No.13
In the next rosette we have a young mandrill and woodpecker born in the late twentieth cesspit - making lumber - nozzle how their internal dicky reflects on the cement nozzle how he moves to her and how she put-downs him away Give me the knowledge she said, I’ll carve our inlets into the trestle … Continue reading Short Poem No.13
Short Poem No.12
Feeling like a kickback holograph, she looks through the peewit holograph. They are her laggard perch. Her lazy shelf roof entry Three firebrands poised on payoff the telegraph is not grounded. It gives off a static, loss homeland he feeds into briefly. And the eyries awaken. Groceries, ribbed, for my pleasure
Short Poem No.9
in China, eight little brackets come up topping a flip-flop of stalagmites and wok the green check of baseball fig for the fishwife timing. halfway around the worth, a young gladiator waits long distraction for one big workhorse through the slim teller wisp to her earner. i mistake homicide
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