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Morehead City
asleep on a tugboat full of explosives
and manure.
knocking of barges
and hum ofgenerators
fills
my dreams with ..
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mutilation therapy
tore
myself open with a jagged tin thought;
splayed wide
like a red-curtained stage.
you
rearranged the rus..
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renascent vitality
sip of
mystic wind on ice
to
slash my nightmare vein.
river of light warms
quiet guts,
tundra melts to love...
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cr((oo))ked pa.th
zoot suit lions! Den-ver
in a coff.ee cup-------à
rose winged
lips to
aerial’s nimbus breast:
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(7pm)
twinkle-eyed laughter
bathes me like dew
moonlight worn as blush
(9pm)
her smile turns crooked
12 red buttons pop
E..
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ragged language castles rise
from the chic soil
of whim(sic)al (you)th;
pro/cessed word food,
meaning-less with preservatives;
nec..
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hidden,
like a venomous spider in the crevices
of a god,
he whispers.
I hear.
I’m here.
too far away to understand why he ha..
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a slow, sweet disintegration,
for the coming-into-being:
babies laugh, victims scream,
eyes light up, eyes go dim,
time stops.
star..
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Sun,
please bend
a bit deeper
at your
nimbus knee,
puncture the
saturnine rings
of deep
thought spun with shallow
despair
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shadows all whisper, colors all scream, as
I dream of you bathed in laughter and song,
but, when my eyelids are blown open by time,
the ..
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