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In ConclusionPreoccupation without formSits loose then spoils inside my gut.It's just a hook meant for the worm;It's something dark to hide behindWhen..
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No knowing home across the
river,
Feet on a bridge under a pine
green sea
Connecting the elegy to an uncut bough.
There are creatures
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The Shale PitMy brothers and I use to playin a deep dug shale pit one hillover. We'd hike above the rise,spy the dragons oily slick nestbelow and slid..
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Your Black DressI do not find myself in mourning.The lilies will wilt as they willwhen confronted with winter.The stars have aligned to no avail;their..
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An Alley of Forests
My blood: A
styxian ribbon.
My voice: A
beheaded Orpheus.
My heart travels to back alleys,
combines ..
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It's EasyIt is easy to place one footonto the trail; avoid the firstrock, the first root, keep the nose heldhigh and breathe deep the descendingclouds..
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Escape
A
mountain of glass
betrays you,
insists
its mercury
into
your
veins,
trickles from fingertips
Sitt..
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Dark Thoughts on the Machinations of StructureI can no longer believe in the godless religion of astounding words,Nor in the physics of those mun..
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A Wandering DevotionWhere is he if not in my heart, my blood,In the sodden steps of the tired old buckStumbling through the grass and the bramble,Bugl..
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Dinner Date Nov. 8th, 2005I cannot help but want to lickthe curling corner of your lip,absorb the dark red drop of winebefore it falls and make it min..
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