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It made a noiseLike youth wailing The crumbling of Bowery walls- Vacuous mangled uvulas ExposedThe rogue spun virginPregnant in pits ofdoubt ..

So patient are you whose silence is this morning’s child, Who strolls in ghastly noon storm discarded; the last broken shift of clay Watch..

You, In alm's dissolving swirl spooned cube of frothAre not well my friend,Weightless as a ledge-lippedabstract heart attack. It is cold, far to..

The Latino cries have arrived, Beguiling my afternoon pause,They roam from room to mind Wiping away the grand harmonyThe memories I have etched ..

He called it God… That restless estuary where pain streams into possibility. I remember it as a green rivulet settled deep beneath his eyes..

I was perched high by the river house You thought me an angel of tree Enamored by life My clothes were made from a second..

I stayed the night of weary lungs Enduring to hear your ars in dubio To grace your sermon of catacomb; Your old mos..

I am struggling over white lined mountainsThen thisA nuclear syllableHer tracks of Mediterranean childhood race past mine Bridge-side sleepy tene..

Look at the snow my love Falling, twistingTwirling white smiling rise The cumulative blockade to a world abject life Isn’..

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