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mountains and foothills
mountains and foothillslandscapes aretoo large to be butcheredbehind closed doorstoo large to be cutopen in a bathtubtoo large to be bledout in a sinkfences and gates and notrespassing signs are erected‘til the sacrifices are surroundedmountains standbehind barbed wireand rolling hills laydown in vast pasturessoil eatsvegetation it chews and digestschews and digestsan industrial saw roars into Continue reading
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the door out open
the door out openwind entersblows through blood in tiny veinsthrough fur and tissue and organs and musclethrough places of fat and thin places blowsaround an arrangement of tiny bonesand exitsentersand exits a tiny catskin bagwind wears a catskincoat the colour of smoke scamperslike a leaf from the concretedoorstep through the doorway pasta pair of bare Continue reading
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rebound
reboundoff the rimand we in the basketball fall toward the rising geyser of boys who leapup from the hardwoodfloor under the basketwe are airin a brown leather hide we falltoward the water in the skinof reaching armsland on the waterdrops in the skin of six footmanny carpenter’s fingertipsand floaton the water in his handsother arms Continue reading
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when marcellus looks up
when marcellus looks up through cloud through sun through moonthrough the pattern of stars looks up through the worlds that circleeach other like gladiators through the paths by which they circle when he sees allall the way to where the hand in heaven writes watches the hand write my thoughtsbelieve him Continue reading
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no mirror windows
no mirror windows no walls of shatterproof glass no clear plexi cubicle where a guard sits watches the hall where the stream of elementary kids meetsbecomes the river of students in middle school it’s just a school corridor you look down to a down eyed girl and sheshe never even looks up at youelementary she’s Continue reading
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to the face of the father
Here’s a bit of a rant as I left it in the 1990s, when I was younger and had things to say. I don’t know if it’s something I want to claim. I like the thought development; at the same time I regret having been so raw. I rebuilt the thing yesterday— added a few Continue reading
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the river is another animal
the river is another animalherewhere the hindwaters overtakethe forewaters and stayand the forewaters plungeforward and waitfor the hindwaters to overtakewhere the river gallopsdown mountainwhere the river leapsbetween the feet of a meetingof mountainshereselenium arsenic mercury chromium cadmium lead sulfuric acidflavourthe coal dust that bleedsout of open woundsdown the backs of mountainsinto the veins of the Continue reading
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on the horizon the mountain
on the horizon the mountainit doesn’t entertain distractfrom the steam that creepsup from around the edges of the hood and climbsup the outside of the windshieldnowhere do you readthat you should get out of the van and walkaway abandon the childish father who drovethe van into this conditionthat you should abandonthe mixture of embarrassment and Continue reading
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baby mews kitten cries
baby mews kitten criesscrapes scrapes scrapes of little paws at the tin wrappedout door in the in door screeches screeches screeches of tiny claws at the whiteblackboard doornoises are the sift of ghostin through the wall of doordown the stairs into the daylight pouredinto the bedroom through the windowit penetrates the walls and entersthe silent Continue reading
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the girl on the corner is one of us
the girl on the corner is one of usshe strolls from the lamplight to the sign she dancesdances to turn the slow searching eyes of boysand we’re the boys we’re the facesin the windows of the unremarkablesunshined blue chevrolet that cruises slowly by we’re all boyswe chomp twenties like taunts between our teethwe’re boys on Continue reading
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