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Social Medea
I use it as a bookmark,
the stub from “Children of Men,”
that meh movie we saw at
the Angelika.
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One and Sundry
There was a hot springin the new development
off Cherry,
and we swam in it,like intruders of the well-
curated night of quiet abandon.
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Psychologically
Psychologically
there
wasn’t
a bough
to his branches,
and his roots
all
rose
to the sun.
In the middle of the
night a paw
print
appeared
in the basement,
as the invisible
creature of
his
mind
manifested
under the house.
In the morning the real
dogs
wondered at
the
ruse,
smelling its
dust
for clues.
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Seagulls Don’t Have to Quarrel
All the haircuts
tectonically
rubbing my eyes:
ironic, twee,
trawling carefree.
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Preview
Tribalism,
the video
game version, is
super ago
and ultra um.
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A Living Icon Pitching to a Grown Troglodyte
Mal-twitterversed
of scrawling pose,
hold my last hand,
enthrallingly
a little wet.
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Over the Festoon
I’m learning walls
are made of sleep,
and I can dream
in jade or pink
diurnally.
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Coup de Gris
The green wooden house on 12th
between gray and grey buildings
is the livid top of moss
bulging after rain.
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Letaphor
Monday of repairafter another run-in
with a bear
over the weekend.I appled into its lair
to be warm and quiet and empty.
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I’ll Meet You
I’ll meet you
on the platform
where the trains
never
come,
and we’ll wait
for nothing and no
one
in
the rain
or the sun,
studying the cracks
in things and the moss
that heals
them
back
to able.
The politics of clouds
are at an all-time
rough,
which
means no
collaborative
norms
for
awhile.