childhood
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varoom
varoommy lips shaped vroom varoomsounds like i was three and four and formingjourneys spun into journeys across the days prairiedto the cloud bearded horizonand from metal coils spiralledrustily and spiralled up in the seat frame baredof thread and upholstery and of all the stuffing of days spedbeyond the measure of speedometers smashedi heard the call Continue reading
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sunvisored
sunvisoredand fenderskirtedchrome grill bullet tippedshell studebaker orangeparkedinto the process of rustin opa’s pasturei claimed itdrove it at speedsthat never exceeded zerodrove it far as a small boy’s unfencedimagination would allowacross the rolls of prairieoverinflated and green Continue reading
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someone anyone look
someone anyone looklook where the baby’s ati know the neighbor wantssomeone to like her too and you can pitchyourself to her like a used car later you can pitch yourself like a vacuum cleaner like a set of pots and pans but notright nowdidn’t anyone hearthat first sound like a thunderrumble in the far away Continue reading
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