Flight

had to stop off the bathroom from flowing
(it was four AM, no one else but the government was open)_
in Crystal City were you believing your longing to be in lines
(pretending in our existence, we wrote)
the wine was tight the wait too strict for flowers
(though it had nothing to do with the body, really, unless you consider
a forest of trees a body)
I brought a ring that spoke in spokes to me
(what I brought you, a picture of my face to de-)

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it's a dirty face, this fame that stocks photos of myself on the internets for free, bound
and taught like a sex object to breathe having
eaten berries fashioned from straw, reedy
and available at any Pier One
because the one near your house is going
out of business.

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sol de mio! Oh my sun I want you back, you’re hidden
in all the rainbows I see, doubles and triples I am scrabbling
for want of you. SAD, the way you take your leave from
these northern climes, sad, the taste of your leaving
declination, to be back in Latin class, Enya playing
soft in the background, money changing hands because
the slutty girl (I don’t remember her name but she had
rug burns and not from sewing) wanting to cheat from my page
Ecce Romani!

to go back to the bathroom in that class you needed
to know how to pronounce Latin (but no one alive today
really knows, really really knows)
have to go back to th’store
to meet Methusala, he was wishing to be back in the present
and you can’t deny tropes their tropes.

I need new Memorex watch
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Sandpit

Whack

Laser

Trial
Kerplunk

Whale

Purl

Concierge

Bait Slipper Corsage


National
Garden
Watering
Week

Total the cereal
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Carsonville Shoot-out

O soldiers come to the front !
O come to the bags for sand and fill !

Ocean

O riptide follow me !
Could I be at the front of my failure !

Sly Hag

Beware, note to self, for I have
armed myself
with crickets !

Vet

When I alphabetize I think of you, computer programmer, in your sly hill, eating raisins
and the moths that wink with eyeless wings. My computer is programmed to love you !

Valentine for You

America brought me her sins, all wrapped in clean flag. I want a jar of jelly and I’ll label it jam because jam is more poetic. Poetry makes me capitalize myself, and things. I wrought diamonds and they were hard. I love infomercials. This is true, how tulle warps in rain, the lack of curtains no longer compels me to look into your room filled with shoeboxes because I never see you open them. Walk me home tonight, sugar, I want to read your lips in the glamorous gloaming. The wind is no match for the length of humans, how loud our breath has evolved as.

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Labels: delight, rapture, sore, tippled
Monday, July 13, 2009
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online pornography sent me its own version of July 14, 2009, and in its report I saw an errant asterisk !

Don’t tell me you saw it too !

How convenient !

Bristling with light, the grass is straight horny !

and will have by then for sure been impounded

because you know grass !

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