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Sea Wall
Drop
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Loss of Light
Releasing Gussie
In Black and Dirt
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Felix
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Swing
Bingo
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Indifferent this fire in the air, A moth, a spider It is round, it is this that approximates relationships, Undulating hostility. In the place where the pages are parted, Suspended the laundry is hung, The time sorted through, Red brick to cinder. View fullsize
After all these years to take to drowning in bed, Sweet sewery dreams, television theme songs. The fingers lock up, in unwanted positions, Need to be willed, awaiting with terror, Little bits of cardboard, pieces of Something with color, Pulled tow View fullsize
Radio news coming thru the walls, Beach house light and bed spreads Trailing boats. The wind in the sugar cane hovering Dark dragon flies, Speckled bird fields, In black and dirt, In black and dirt. View fullsize
Notice now. It becomes evident, Wet close to the sound of the gravel, Ink on the skin, Black and suspect Water on metal. Iron on the tongue It becomes evident, In siphoning the sound for the need, Its there in the palm Against the creases forming View fullsize
Skin blistering, Little chick marshmallows, Covered in yellow sugar, Little yellow marshmallow peeps. Brings the mail up, The one flight It yellows and falls to the floor View fullsize
Stops and starts, sounds muffled by one Wall. The octave of the voice, edges Sharpened year after year. The corners slam against a turn, again View fullsize
These are the things you put in your mouth The stiff woven stuff stands up on its Own These are things you put in your mouth. Turn a note Well placed the scream. View fullsize
Long sky, sound of hollow when the water recedes. Looked for on Horizon broken up bodies, Forcible fractured spoken errors, Suspended birds. Neighbors argue talk on their Telephones with a hand on the Hip. Rooms have copper Butterflies in threes, be View fullsize
Parting waters, salt, sea for fresh Flying monkeys. Vacant new homes, wide open doll houses With white ruffled curtains In the wind the curtains Make a call. High Foot Bridge, to purchase a loaf of Bread. No one but this raving one. Field to se View fullsize
Indifferent this fire in the air, A moth, a spider It is round, it is this that approximates relationships, Undulating hostility. In the place where the pages are parted, Suspended the laundry is hung, The time sorted through, Red brick to cinder.
After all these years to take to drowning in bed, Sweet sewery dreams, television theme songs. The fingers lock up, in unwanted positions, Need to be willed, awaiting with terror, Little bits of cardboard, pieces of Something with color, Pulled tow
Radio news coming thru the walls, Beach house light and bed spreads Trailing boats. The wind in the sugar cane hovering Dark dragon flies, Speckled bird fields, In black and dirt, In black and dirt.
Notice now. It becomes evident, Wet close to the sound of the gravel, Ink on the skin, Black and suspect Water on metal. Iron on the tongue It becomes evident, In siphoning the sound for the need, Its there in the palm Against the creases forming
Skin blistering, Little chick marshmallows, Covered in yellow sugar, Little yellow marshmallow peeps. Brings the mail up, The one flight It yellows and falls to the floor
Stops and starts, sounds muffled by one Wall. The octave of the voice, edges Sharpened year after year. The corners slam against a turn, again
These are the things you put in your mouth The stiff woven stuff stands up on its Own These are things you put in your mouth. Turn a note Well placed the scream.
Long sky, sound of hollow when the water recedes. Looked for on Horizon broken up bodies, Forcible fractured spoken errors, Suspended birds. Neighbors argue talk on their Telephones with a hand on the Hip. Rooms have copper Butterflies in threes, be
Parting waters, salt, sea for fresh Flying monkeys. Vacant new homes, wide open doll houses With white ruffled curtains In the wind the curtains Make a call. High Foot Bridge, to purchase a loaf of Bread. No one but this raving one. Field to se

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