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Solitude

Against wilderness

Solitude

SOLITUDE

Greet the gentle enchanting wilderness,
Aide of the astute and honourable.
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Time Is The Ballerina You...

Time Is The Ballerina You Do Shots With

The last ferry; hungry for the chuff of the sea
with its spray un-bedazzled by a thousand constant...

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if the bends were a...

if the bends were a straight line


the air is metallic and lilac with a hint of lost toy.
my shiner boxing is elite until 4 am...

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BROKE SOME EGGS

BROKE SOME EGGS

i do well to disremember our rabbits in twig finch amber
as we smoke through the wood, with our...

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Finally Gone

Finally Gone

I’m a damed sick man, a lunatic on the verge of existential corruption, I’m drinking and drinking, the...

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i hear all the wrong songs...

i hear all the wrong songs in the right birds



as sleep will slurge-
i hear all the wrong songs in the right birds
steeped in...

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Day Dreams

Its lovely to day dream
To be able to be
That person that eludes you
In reality .

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WHEN JESUS BEGAN HIS ...

AFTER BEGINNING HIS PUBLIC MINISTRY JESUS CAME UNTO HIS OWN,
BUT WAS ULTIMATELY REJECTED HE WAS...

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PICKLING DIXIE

PICKLING DIXIE


The Charlemagne House with the mad magnolia and the Spanish moss
got struck by a meteorite...

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OUT OF TOWN, OUT OF MIND

OUT OF TOWN, OUT OF MIND

while out of town, my house remained unattended
and the spirits dwelled in porcelain solitude...

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RIBCAGE RECKONING

RIBCAGE RECKONING

In the dark there are regal dimensions of campfires and slow songs
singing cricket wings and...

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the semantics of holding...

the semantics of holding your breath in an iron lung

the semantics of holding your breath in an iron lung
is like semaphore with one arm, waving down a...

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Hunger

Hunger

In brain lanes
a mouse running
to nibble a poem
or a memory
the cat is sleeping...

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what you think is sleep is...

what you think is sleep is a ravine in an iron shadow

what you think is sleep is a ravine in an iron shadow
as heavy as a dream of sleep… after hours -...

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WHERE SHOULD I START ??

WITH SO MUCH TEACHING IN SCRIPTURE WHERE SHOULD I START ?
FOR THERE IS A GREAT WEALTH OF KNOWLEDGE...