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A nothingness wrapped
in mediocrity owns this
wall, owns your gaze.
Mere sheets and hints
of printed words pinned
to immensity, slathered
in gre..
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A figure is flung
by a bullet’s puncture.
My nerves hum
with the beauty of flying
cars. I don’t need ideas�"
the suddenne..
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A thing that blossoms from the air:
the air; nothing blossoms
from you. The earth is itself, and fills
its own definition for the eyes
to claim do..
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So, there is nothing
that can arise from this
except for the ultimate
leveling: Maya Angelou
and Wallace Stevens: equals,
until opinion rend..
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Let’s look at Joe.
A low darkness has taken the place of his home. We enter through the
window, approach a door; it opens. A light hums ..
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Is present once again
in his blackened room,
hears songsin the trees.
The window glows: the sun
reaches all, and doesn’t care
about your co..
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Peculiar life pushes into brown bodiesthat scrape the tile outside. A brittle leafis given action and moves toward the chairs,but then quiets. Another..
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The pit of hell eclipses the damnedtoilets in the mind of the lone security guard.He had informed the right peopleof the breath of feces spoiling the ..
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He shrinks to a hushbelow purple sky �" this air,soft and beckoning,carries a mute voicethat teethes at the brain, killingthe pull of his ..
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At six Grandpa’s hands were calloused.He leaped onto beaches, over wires,dying to meet evil’s swelling.Four brothers dead. He limpedto the..
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