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Something in betweenPygmalion guileHowling wind tunnel hairElectric eyesThighsAnd bright distant bluesMid-morning day dreams ofYesterdayOr tomorrowSom..
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I should have kissed her, Virginia.
All that was left of her is a ball and the rust on the side of paper-yellow shed, so she’s been mende..
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Sleek quick-silver chassis
wrapped round the chorded frame.
Perpetual motion,
yet
still as still as
death.
Stuck.
Trenched up.
Snorting ..
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Summer days smell of chlorine and sunscreen, of drying off in the sun on a thin towel, feeling the concrete underneath like a sweater fresh from th..
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Dimes on her eyes
Dead in the water
-Liquidated-
Register cash-register cash
See money-sea Monet
Dust for counterfeit
Finger prints
Water ..
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Master Gaston first met Mr. Parker sometime after midnight, in front of a Chinese eatery, hydrating a row of morning glories. He had appeared, as M..
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I lived on the fifth floor of the Ophelia Apartments that winter, near the rail line, and under ten more stories of brick and concrete and rebar. F..
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“Why?”
Her eyes were bright and beautiful, I could see the moonlight from the T.V. reflecting in them.
“I…”
I ha..
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I’m tired of songs that sound like sleeping on the way to Tampa
And
I’m tired of old stands music that smells like sun screen and wate..
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Overpasses cast aqueduct shadows
Over roads that lead from Rome
Placid pilgrims clad in plebian garb
Rambling on and finding anon
Skeletons and ..
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