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***
Two opposing clans of orangutans screaming, riotous,
facing off in battle, fighting for territory, fightng for food,
for
the..
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***
Am
I now nothing more than a mulethat's been tetheredto a plough? Are myfeet nothing more than hoovesdragging a bladethrough soil?..
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***
Surely
you are wrong. I know it.
I
feel it in my bones, these bones
that
ache with loss of youthfulness,
while
..
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***
The
Speriwinkles come a dancing
each
with a Sperismile
corner
jugger is blowing tunes
heard
for a quarter mile..
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***
I
always wanted to be considered
a
fine poet, not a prince, not
a
president but a former of words
into
lines and sta..
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***Trying to make senseof nonsensicalplucked at randomfrom my cerebelluma searchfor new wordsfor birds, diasporaof thoughts aboutself-immolation, flas..
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***
Here
I am once again, sitting once again
talking
to myself in pen, once again
talking
to myself talking
to
you i..
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**Published in San Antonio Review 2023
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Our
house isn’t really a house;
our
home sits on wheels,
a
trailer, a single-wide on the left side
..
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***
It’s
morning, early, white vapors girdle
the
trees, and I shiver sitting alone
on
a fallen log, a dark lump on a white c..
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