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"for sale: baby shoes, never worn"
a brief remark to miami's flotsam and jetsam. andres talks to the city. animal husbandry for the fairer species. break ups and sweet revenge. elvis costello and the first girl i thought i loved. five hundred miles apart we've lived. i force poetry. instead, kneel. the divorce. the importance of circumstance, date, and time. the nuptial hour. the stench of reconciliation. the threeness of things. the threeness of things (II). the way the world is spent. why they used to preach in latin. you kiss with childish desperation. 2007 2006 2005 home |
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oh wake up, oh godawful, granted: immense and ugly and undefined, oh unfeeling, oh reeling and wrongly time, it is now, gone bad and carmine, gone madder and cloudy blind, i find you heavy with laudenum, heavy with blood, and intertwined. oh they, slathering, tear at my skin, they finger at my drumstrings, they sputter up. oh they, colossal and made one, so deepen their rut, so claw at their bindings, they, the mongrels with piano-key teeth jolt me from the vibrations of God-velvet sleep, and five dollars cheap, dissolve and make innards undone. finally, i free you intense. i coddle you in rumor and dream-scape, i coddle you in human tradition, in war-machines. oh i, bare and undignified and bruised, i, free you malignant and scrape at your seems, oh, and the threeness of things deny it benign or uncouth. |