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Crawl Space little baby's feet never met concrete just poured tears imprints invisible only the unsound mind riddled with guil..

gift wrapped memoirs from a young America i gave all my teenage heart allowed naive alternatives touching you with my lac..

the Big Show semi-conscious drooling words spit into circus emphasis the lion tamer writes into the teeth of an agape mind ..

there are memories on Beat Street tonight the slowest taps, Ferlinghetti is still alive, he hits keys as if on a manual Corona..

Unauthorized Autobiography my autobiography began in a Sedgewick Avenue tenement five stories start the book, Harlem tones flowin..

Farm Hands aardvarks eat ants you eat little hearts and your decaying soul burns with desire the workers carry your ..

when x and y have passed lone variable no longer equation of relativity erin-cilberto 8/1/17

instinct i flew a heart's coop blustery wings endeavored find their way to you erin-cilberto 8/1/17

illusions of spring butterfly kisses intimate tongues reengage she found me again erin-cilberto 8/1/17

Rain fortune teller's blues chaotic love life back tracks palm's lines cloud over erin-cilberto 8/1/17