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an orangey-red plastic toytugboat, the size of an eightyr. old's palm--is pulled outto sea.painting by number via ripple,glowing like a stubborn ember..
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a brook lends
the smoke
of: Patchouli.
a sparrow soaks
like a piece of
bread.
irresponsive to
water.
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the staple of
Hamlet's
diet:
was/is &
will be a
skull.
in the
running for
a confidant.
lest...
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a circumambulating
wound--needn't
air to become wind.
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it may be remiss to state
time to plaid blue sheets
of sky.
especially when unasked.
while leaves hovel over
patchwork.
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gothic appraisals of vanquished love--
an auditorium at maximum capacity.
a vampire standing erect before every
wooden seat.
in the dead of, in t..
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there's something abouta cardinal, flitting acrosssaturated woodchips aftera downpour.as if throwing back air in alooksy of: fly.whose tree cover tant..
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sometimes there's an existentpersuasion, that shadowsindividually blend in, As.that is--they enter.you know they've entered,having conjured them, toow..
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spider-cracked horn rimglasses, wrapped thicklywith scotch tape.bracing for the next fall.placed on a two thousandpage tome with blank pages.
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an entourage of black & white monstersrabidly collapse--on a mall's glassy floor.itching away at pixelation, retaining theright to crudity.the mall's ..
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