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Benedictions of a political atheist
At four I was a communist
Surely dedicated to the idea that all should be equal
It was the most perfect sol..
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El Dia de los muertos
Breathe
In Fumes
The gut of a worm spinning
Tequila poured
Candles lit
Yellow marigolds wreathing
graveside
It isn&r..
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Muse
It has been a dark December
The sky scratching at its balding head
Here it comes again
Snow moves androgynous
While the horoscopes consu..
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Tyburn
The crossroads
Build layers of decisions
And every one is a crisis where
the gibbeted hang waiting
their bit of earth
what skeleton w..
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