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There I go,
down boulevards on lunch breaks,
filing myself between dropped scoops
of ice cream and drooped eyes; I go
drooling along the promenade..
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I have spent years
in the tiny room
of my life, etching lines
in the floor
with bed-frame claws.
I inject ink
into the cracks
of my cell wal..
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Put on my face,
test my string.
Open the door wide.
I am God, la de dah.
Curve my toes,
pounce.
Break the sky.
I am God, la de dah.
Sing s..
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I prayed today.
The cold hug of my tub
filled with screaming, warm water,
so I pulled my knees
to my eyes as God
baptised me. I tried crying
but..
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Surely no one
is more suited than the fruit
of that tangled Waiting Tree
to love the traveling healer
across his great
leaps
in time
just waiti..
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Swells of a language strange
fluctuate like a dude on a sick wave; the stage
splinters like a ribcage, inhaling
your sighs. Of the unforgiving chil..
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I am, well, fedup with the slop in this wide trough, the grey-green stew like rubber-cement that slugsdown my highway tonguelike flat, charcoal tires;..
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Gruesome veins
buried beneath the city
eat what we eat. We
feel the ground around us shake
in pity or simply digestion
the manifest destiny:
"we..
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Bad poetry challenge!
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One pale white cloudy cross lies
sideways, cutting a clean corner
into the indigo sky like an arrow
poisoning ink with milk; it resonates
through ..
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