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Daily Archives: November 30, 2014
Prehensile Trunks, All In
.. We crease the corners carefully, all things con -sidered, and with great organ(s) (heart, lungs, skin) of I- zation. Give us a swan, a wrinkled tongue forced un -open, a gray ear eventually tipped toward sky. I be -queath … Continue reading
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what goes up
.. one last red balloon says the party’s over. we can let the record needle skip a few more times, dance one last rhyme or reason with the rising sun; the results are the same. it’s last call for ever-afters. … Continue reading
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Aubade to Inevitable Sunrise
.. What remains is stardust and a last must -ered sigh. These streets are full of our goodbyes: that corner, this shadowed doorway. If I wanted to find you again, could I? Would you plea Polo to my Marco, mark … Continue reading