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I was a mass of matter A mess of matter Scattered-battered like A mass of matter And I had gath..

A Huge and Birdless SilenceCommunication beggars, the homeless of elegancy --Stripped bare of their own worn-feet b..

The moonlit vase held the passions of dead grandmothersJust as the old bureaus held brooches they once had wornAnd a..

Days There are little days There are little days Which draw “god-damn” To mind. ..

Goodnight, RebeccaThe night-bus, two hours behindHauls contrails, a phantom-asphaltTurned dirty headed. It pulls up, stops,Nods its head, and apolo..

Took a switchblade to it -- A crinkled-cut, deep fried Doll to comatose a dolly, Stopping its spin. It was l..

A time of year Stapled to the backs of mules. B..

The Areas With You With MeThe stick in the reeds,Againstthoughts mundane.The pretty focus clearly --Of seams in a se..

I Wish To Be Told When To Die I wish to be told when to dieNo chance to spit, or question whyI wish to be told when..

Whiten-------------------- v------------------- I triple, an ocean blue-bodied, A darkness visible. My head weird ..