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a plum has a stone heart...

a plum has a stone heart and...


a plum has a stone heart
beating a drum in a rainbow
with a heavy star.
it’s...

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oil lamp brute force by...

oil lamp brute force by candlelight

each new encounter is mauve and oil lamp brute force
by candlelight as bashful as an eclipse in a...

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you fall asleep awake

 you fall asleep awake

On the long porch with liberal shade like a cool blanket
in a hammock swaying above planks as...

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NAVEL GAZING AT THE...

NAVEL GAZING AT THE ATLANTIC BONFIRES OF A FROZEN GHOST

steamboat eyes dwelling in nettles and smudge yellow suns, sipping on reindeer fumes
o’er...

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Barely Semi Touched

a polite invocation .........................

Barely Semi Touched

Why don’t you wear your smile
again for me today ..
Just this...

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WHILE SITTING ON THE LAST...

WHILE SITTING ON THE LAST BENCH

rolling a cigarette downhill in my palm
after twisting the stocking into a paper nail
my...

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Nothing boot toe till rot...

Nothing boot toe till rot and duff feet...

concerning yours truly
poor righteous leftist sole.

Attempting nightly ritual
nsync...

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at ninety miles a snowflake

at ninety miles a snowflake

it's a long smidgeon of coils wrapped around your hurdy-gurdy
and always the thimble bees, twisting...

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Goodbye

As i sit here and ponder on the year gone by, I can honestly say that viewing it in my head as a projector...

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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...