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Foxhole Stoic
Awkward gates the
family way to
anything real,
lamb on the shake,
hawk out to heal.
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In the Rye
Lore takes the brave
and the stupid,
and we are left
without a lid
to seal their grave.
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Sans Fedora
Clenching okay
then letting go
she rivers so,
unsteadily
trenchant of flow.
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Oh Gee, Oh Gosh
I am an old type writer.
I am an old-type writer.
I am an old typewriter,
with plenty of ink.
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In Answer to Echo
We stay warm at nightin the lee of ancient dreams
messaging
our oblivionfrom the tor of creation,
through all seasons of benediction.
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There
There
should be
a troll living
underneath,
in real
life,
is
my
final
position
in the politics
of getting things
undone
in
time
for the jubilee.
When everyone’s
in
line,
we’ll begin
the march back,
guidons flickering
in front of
warm
contingents.
I don’t know
how
else
to palpitate
the pulse of
a falling
tree.
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The Good City
Sewing style
in cold, sagely–
onslaught of ought–
for slow saking
of desire.
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Soar in the Ice
Imperfect ground
for the perfect
seed of somehow
an old relict,
stilling around.
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Pre-haunting
I’m half okay
to be almost
honing a raft
of seaworthy
for afterish.
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Lashed to the Stem
The mythology of streams
says agony is sculpture
and moonlight is forgiveness,
gradual for sure.