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The
white paper sleeves
lay
scattered, the box
has
surrendered its prizes.
Looted
for its treasures
amid
days of loving
..
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Names
are whispers of man’s imagination;
winged
beasts do not name themselves.
The
hawks gather at the high places where
..
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As
he breathed life into her
her
breasts rose, and she awoke
and
stared life into the man
through
half-closed lids,
..
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***
The
volcano chisels the vessel from lava,
the
pestle gets thrown whole from the heat.
A
rush of darkness covers earth and ..
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***
Those
exquisite rounds sound
and
look exotic, tiny orange-colored
fruit
piled high, echoes of a past
when
Asia was ..
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I'm
certain now my beliefs mistaken,
an
empty glove doesn't stir.
Soul
holds less than soulless swallows,
it's
the rea..
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***
Twenty
feet tall, knees shaking,
I’m the
height of the house
at
its peak where repairs
are
needed, where woodpe..
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I
turned wine into water
and
a hangover. The irony
being
about the deficiency
of
the water I pissed into
the
wind of ..
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If
I were to call you
a
quadratic ecclesiastic
wouldn't
that contain
a
trace of redundancy
along
with the irony
..
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The ground
floor is where careers begin,
squeaking
sneakers
on linoleum floors, needles and tu..
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