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8-1-09
blue capers
fizzle, eroto
plastic figures
if you trust
blood, bone,
syllable
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Aug. 30, 09
mess of words
shook seed and
pumped veins
dripped cement
Afraid of this
giving in mode
(victim screams
shrilly)
“scratch”
immobility
a body shocks
locks
itself goes into
rictus. remnants.
give up the grains.
knuckles down
under. Suck it
up. or sleep it
off like a sad
drug. sit with
it. a new thing
an economic
bone. a toenail
calcifies.
chew on this; my
neck, plastique
flower in a case
(i didn’t make
this up) several
arteries, crucifix
whatever you
think will do. tide
you over. crutch
of internet posts
hold you up? turbo
friendships–get
to know you better?
set these shoulders
to the task? Rubber
stamp this poem?
ameliorate war?
sponge away pain
vomit old dreams?
wipe it all away?
