What it is about birds then about
streams that fierce electricity a
tough distance comes back to saying
How about another evening with Bob
or This next circuit will be full
when the arcs roll off in trains.
Like my feelings in single file.
Then smoldering back in the yard.
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that the handle pronounces itself into my grip
the bird insinuates a crease in the sky. a word
just as virtually a cardboard sign. many things
get my attention. some smell bad. as a drop.
but then what happens reneges on all its maps.
I take back every hosanna & yessir. No Credit.
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A slug in the ears. Listen.
Calming down. Then it'll be (My Good) the woman in
old dresses who
picks through
a disservice to
something you
eerily knew
had to be true
It was this fear that got me all jammed up & (I) forgot to love it.
HE NEVER KNEW WHAT HE WAS FOR as it
drags his feet in the powder under the swing as in
forgetting which song goes da da da dum roll de rim
da da dee dum roll de rum … but grips on to a chain-
tight live-long day … I'd start by squinching down against
tiny glass beads blown into my eyes as if sparkling
hadn't learned anything from this muttering
far far far.
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