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Stult If I
I continue jaywalking
across the billion-lane old,
echt traffic aiming at my
imagination.
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Out of the Market, Endlessly
On the other sideof wolf, and dreaming a bright
green pasture,
I literallywait and see what happens next
to me, and don’t care about the rest.
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Unreviewable Call
Intersection
of an angel
and my changing
from an aging
meander to
a firm angle
younger than sin.
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It’s
It’s
easy
to play
a dastard
on the stage
in pantomime,
but
in real
life, the part
is the hardest.
Like the real Devil,
nobody wants the job.
So
I try
to be
good, and listen
to the birds and whatnot,
and say “please,” “thank you,”
and “I’m sorry” a lot,
ignoring the cold
should.
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Before Mossiness
Wallace Stevens
couldn’t see it
in words too ripe,
about to fall,
dead nourishment
for the orbit
of aliens.
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Theater of a System
The muscular
telephone wires
connecting squirrels
in a network
of scurry and
pause, are briars
tangled and pure.
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Paisley Was
There is nothing
more poetic
than a Denny’s
on a Tuesday
night in some non-
diegetic
rut of suburb.
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Cleaving to Besetzung
Invisibly
rebar supports
the concrete wall
as it learns to
be in the air,
a risen thing.
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Thorn Blossom
Down into the infinite
valleys of my rusty brown
shag carpeting, I will go,
before I say no.
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Facing the Game
The seriousnessof never being serious
is beyond
burning, to ashes.Through an occasional arch
the zagging butterfly meanders.