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Desolate words wither, Icarus like -The half-spun moon tarnished in sunbeams.Life, in life so far apart. An opaque icicle.I try to write, blood ink wa..
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It used to be the barren land - women fell away.
I stand upright under a small cloud,
The arching black earth-square
Tied down as the laces o..
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Sublime and experiencedIn the ordinary random thingsThat never keep at bay the joyOf smooth floors and straight frame,The old man outside the hospit..
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I did not care what he was doing when the weather sank to
staticUnder the empty road, the pallid flatness, the grey horizon.
Did he shatter ou..
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Oh usefulness, oh usefulness, tomorrow, indifferent remembrance.
To do everything, to caress an ugly swelling, and then
ruffle it.
Numbers, car..
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A poem I wrote in 2015
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Ampersand lover, oh these demonic sentences made of satanic letters,Let me out, let me in. Continents of Igloops. Consonants. Shoop, shoop.Oh pour you..
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For Dana, with love -
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White cops, white vehicle, two white smooth-metal jackets.
Where do the white cops go that thirst here?
Their bodies are hidden by America.
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As a child, I
loved visiting the reptile garden,
it always seemed so alien to me. I felt at home.
Then one day I have a blood test, and I am to..
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