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Aboriginal apparitions with an inch or two of midriff In the shallows of winter Before everything drowns in it. One car per hour out here Dista..

My faces are many tonight as though seen through the barking nose of your dog. I register as a thousand people, as every person who sat in t..

He is french pressed folgers and scally caps on cowlicks Crows feet from when the welders mask was lifted to light smoke after smoke He is daily wh..

It was the equinox, night no longer stealing away the covers from a shivering day. I did not wake from the time the light slipped away to t..

Eroded smooth by liquor like grooves in salted granite, centuries used. Skin slicks liquified Slip slide saponified And I Oil you cleansed with ..

Derelict cliffs house only haunts. The fog hints at it, clues raccoon-strewn about, detritus ripped from a bin. These cliff faces bare their chalky..

An overdrawn energy account Lives at the dive bar at the pit of me Smoking cigarillos and ashing in the pretzel bowl burning baseballs in its retin..