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“DYING IN A POCKET” How does one die when already a Sponsino in the Elfstream?How does one silence? How does one minus one inside pockets?Lobotomized? How does one out once inside? How does onemassage sitting upright in an office chair? I’ll tell you how. It startsat the YMCA. Florida, Japan.…
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each & each-ishas a skypup-copper, pup-cotton, pup-cumulus …. auttumn-summers bowls of gold lemon-ginger fizz ciders < – – – sky))) sky skying to sky, gingers of bowl-skyclup one throughouther pup-satin, pup-laundry, pup – p -up – – – – – u p – – – . . . — Originally published in…
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A gunshot to the petal sparks the protestwritten on the back of maps and the customs of those laborsinks and stars and the poem affixes when it remains openholding vigil for the sailor’s march down the streets over the centuriesa lantern driven mad by the organs uncovered by the margin-impeded…
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Everything she said about other people was trueBut everything she said about herself was wrongSun angled down in the law of literate talkDispersed by dogs. Between sleep and more sleepWhat of literacy remainedMade of this grass an intentional stateFog dispersed by sun and the sun dispersed by open waterWhich teaches…
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I was the Abominable Bride& you werean icon of the miraculous One of us had to go But I only wanted to give youa light maiming& some mouth opera when you came tilting at mewith your crimson biggie On the Horn of the MoonI’m breaking dawn’s pink fingersone by one…
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I am a total person today with a single life , flyingso naked over conclusions . my life ,it’s just one and I’m clamped to it , with sweat ,drinking clarified milk and forthave red .but I don’t really drink . or know anything . althoughI know there are crazy…
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When the wind blows through a tree it sounds like burning. CHAPTER 4 My difficult education was multiply knived. Dirt kissed me in a hemisphere of basketballtown, known map, horseshoe latitudinal. The recess in which the steel arch of the padlock rests, a correlate of ocean. Incoming message, are you…
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there is a devil in the moss, a devil in everywell awaiting the night and devils in the dogs no one owns it’s why their mouthsare spit out when they are puppies there is a devilthat looks like mist and goblins and demon slime glistening silences growinside the body like mushrooms care must be takennot to break them because they…
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In the ever-evolving world, the art of forging genuine connections remains timeless. Whether it’s with colleagues, clients, or partners, establishing a genuine rapport paves the way for collaborative success.
Poetry Nightly 