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I had a dream within a dream within a dream. I was a Dust Bowl farmer in the third, a farmer in the third, hi-ho the derry-o, a farmer in the third, b..
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I have fallen asleep, I have been asleep. I have been sleep, bsleep. And fallen bsleep, ommm…in the arms of the caudillo's favorite woman, be..
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My preference is the name of a poem
writ measured in a note
pressed flat at the bottom of a box.
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In whose mind leaps recognition?
--shaking like legs
on a dock hem—
Is it yours?, my Pop,
or the order of mine?,
my pop.
--making who..
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Once,
--unaware—
ouncely shared in cannikins,
the prophetit lay rare.
But drabbed shunts opentut,
the prophetehporp is tare. Perse’d..
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Our walls bear the faces of a simple people, their chin and browborders impelled forth by time. They travel secret winds, coupling under cover of da..
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Beroughed of comfort,
--framed by the nook of a woody cross—
but made to laugh long and loud
at the depth of a feeling
with so indifferen..
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Yonder,
her:
--around which men come—
bearer of beauty or
wearer of mask?
--endless and onless—
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Once,
--in some mad pain—
it was an old tire’s absence
killed my brother.
In the twisted eyes of our youth
we found everything.
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There is a woman crying in the hallway.
I shed a dream, some airy drip of sleep and reason, and come to it: soft, punctuated by rattling fists on..
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