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so sealed
the last lap of apricots on a cold winter night.
2.
boulder in a stream
we, like water
down cracked sidewalks,
dodge errant limbs
3.
cornsilk tie me to a river
they danced for the colonel a kernel cob rag
life like mannequin strung up on a silver string
later you lie lifesess stashed dusty in the hold
i'm so happy! he cried
to shake the shingles from his back
I'm so happy! so high,
the highlighters life
and she moved around for the sneak attack
4.
city of way finders walking our way from solitude
it is mine to complicate, to mine
to melt and make new
a million heart beats
what's one or two to muddle through
5.
tide is turning you are a well beather daisy chain mile
6.
four spindle legs on a halogen side walk
tap dancing at the door on the line
portage to the other side
cross over mud dressed in magnificence
butreally is it all there?
flip hold
caught the rope swing and you soar
on newborn wings
7.
thousand tiny worlds caught on silk strings
whirled round,
wound from bull's eye to infinity
spinning away on this glass morning
once stuck always strung together
while the line feeds inandout
in the plastic green light i think what it will mean to miss you, metalic moles
bounce and sway chugging,
vacuum packed test tubes
'neath our super charged city
8.
i want you to catch the thoughts that bubble minutes and seconds before sleep
the day's veil lifted
sound, safe in warm space
i'll rattle your ears with my interior
9.
i lick your words from the page.
sweet suckling
unabashed fervor
a lollie for my tongue, my honey toothed brain
how many does it take to get
to the center of your universe?
slurping they dissolve, spill onto my chin
i savor them and try not to bite.
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| soon january
fleeting, will rest it's wings
in a june-bug smile
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down south
the way out
thought i'd found it
tucked away by a rabbit hole
the way out
of dust and grime
the palque in my mind
down with the rabbits
is out the way i wanted to go?
outsider
far from the what
(slow bicycles ride the mountain top)
it slackens in the sun
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