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five oclock’s the first to leave
five oclock’s the first to leaveit also goes out through the staffonly doorits mouth’s a horn it leaves behindits voice is the sound of the hornits word is its voice that goes out in the rainthat goes through the rainwithout an umbrella without getting wetit wraps itself around the parking lotit gets into parked cars Continue reading
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in a driveway
in a drivewayfar in the north of the cityat an hourin one of the long nights whenbedroom windows in the house next door becomelightbulbsa gallon of blood pulls open a car dooras the kids next doorbegin to dress for school returnthemselves to the levis they wore yesterdaythe blood turnsbends itself at the knee shapesa skirt Continue reading
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between
betweenacting out a mango treeand acting out a macawi acteda spirit life between spirit livesi wasan out of work actoramong out of work actorswe wereall naked between costumesinvisible between roles we wereso manyi tried to countgave up and countedthe grass insteadwe all rodea near nonexistent breezethrough near motionless leaveswe might have rodea bus on a Continue reading
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manny carpenter tosses us
manny carpenter tosses uswewho were capturedinto a legal system by compressorcrowdedinto the tanklike saturday night drunksmeasuredin pounds per square inchwe weighwhat air weighswe were sentencedto incarcerationin basketballtransportedby hose injectedwith a needle through a valvein admissionand here we arewe are legionit’s our numberthat makes the room roundso round the ceilingis the wall and the wall is Continue reading
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at five hundred hours maybe six
at five hundred hours maybe sixthe streets through july are still partially shadedfrom the midtown sun by the overnight darkinto those streets comesthe ambulance in its kitten skinned coatits eyes flash like emergenciesit mews and a siren criesat one of the fourplex doorswhere with kitten claws its knockscrapes down the weathered tinthe ambulance is the Continue reading
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there was dream previous to this
there was dream previous to thisdream dreamt in the black ink depths of the seawhere creatures never seenswim through the deeper sleepdream not remembered as i rise float upward almost break surface with my face wake almostsea water filters dims the light that enters from aboveby which i read the parchment coloureddream of sandread the Continue reading
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through a hole in a wood
through a hole in a wood plank face of a tent on a fencepostbeaks wide open baby swallows two or three a band of amateur birds a choirof voices that haven’t maturedthat haven’t trained to singthey cheep cheepcheepfrom the stage that is a floorof block wood in a small house made of two one by Continue reading
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when the elector’s left dresden
when the elector’s left dresdenleft his mother sophie to answerthe lords of saxony and the emperor’s menridden one may morning out on a palfreyaccompanied by his huntsman his falconera guest or two with an escortof squires apprenticed to the knights who’ll ridecoursers and great horseswhen he arrives staysat his hunting palace at rochlitz goes out Continue reading
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some of those
some of those spirits in the air over the mountain gathered themselves into a girlwind who wanted music before there was a word for music and slowly she began to dance and danced herself into a salsa dance and danced herself round and round and danced herself into a spin and spun faster and faster Continue reading
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