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2017.03.14

3/14/2017

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Taste of tea which is too strong alongside
specks of dust
The one I live with is cutting card–stock

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March 13th, 2017

3/13/2017

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Packed into a meadow
I've got to squat now
the airborne dust

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2017.03.10

3/10/2017

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with cacao—I'm shook up.  The sunny day is colder than I expected.  

Above ground
hot promise cracked me—I lied, like a body

Pour again into porcelain
the shadow, the blue ink bamboo 
golden broth is mostly dimmed 
a vessel—a sliver on the side 

Image: of owl 
wearing away—wounded

bite out of the right ear 
beside the left, music

Fading against an aqua background
a gaze and a pattern—dots 
across the white breast
a flower below
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March 09th, 2017

3/9/2017

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Fluff and I—she could speak she 
spoke like Heather she 
needed my care, dependent  

"How are we going to get our vegetables?" 

More of my money 
goes to feeding her than
feeding myself

The fence outside the window is rocking
the wind is roaring
a birdie chirps

Blue.  Swollen.  History.  
Saviors unhinged upon
unreliable barriers—the
quiet attack, the slip in
the shower—watered under
garden soil, blistered in July

plastic packaging—links 
to recipes and sports

hallelujah—quoting a lone 
yogi—forgot about the bus stop 
bench in Florida, the downpour,
trying to make a buck, free–
lancer can't get down there
stuck on the sidewalk with
Mom's bike—pink, soaked

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2017.03.08

3/8/2017

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Amber belly, not quite anger—paused on the path:
enough noise.

The pressure of earth has turned 
babies into gasoline.  

Starlight abandoned, the freeze of too absent, 
unsheltered, is distant from this day.
Prayers down the block solidified into 
sandwiches—handed out in the park by the
public library.  

Bellies capacity
anger—the freeze—the 
dreadful misperception
—an audience, an army, 
a fragile–breasted friend
on another level

—backtrack to trip a bit 
differently the essential 
steps are undone—a matter of 
praxis, the muscular aspiration 
towards a Louisville Slugger sweet 
spot shot into the gap
 
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2017.03.07

3/7/2017

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How may I help you? machine greased 
with uncertainties How may I help you? obstacle 
distracted by ground How may I help you? 
outlandish orchestra predictable twins: the 
yellow rays of raison cooker: the dregs of the silo:
the magazine rack: No Grain No Pain—the genre: 
Nuti Books.  Read: Nutty Books! the simplicity of 
an oat groat between teeth awaiting—commenting 
on the cilia, grazed  

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2017.03.06

3/6/2017

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Money in my cat's fur—flea eggs—in Florida
farmers awake up in the meadow before
forest offers a final apology: collapsing--
who's gonna watch out for that?

Fringe in breeze of doowop—dusty fairgrounds
under the Boardwalk, amazed at how things 
are hidden and the brownest of bruises 
—how so few can feel it

Pressing into my sweater, swollen interest in
passing a way into sleeve—all the danglers
hypnotizing—folks in the lawn while hips are 
like ocean under clothing
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2017.03.03

3/3/2017

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Black into black into alleyway
tangle come grasping—branches
roots in: marrow imagined
and traumas all over
the place

Brain in a 
vat a flat tire 
on purpose
puncture pr–

ayer out the st–
uffy old corridor be–
fore the three mo–
ments drift off in–
to pills

Broke in to places
sore stress fractured 
worker, grab as much 
as I can a good press–
ure French coffee
got mold into fac–
es

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2017.03.02

3/2/2017

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[A Negative]

Never in a room alone a
hellish explanation woven 
rug by knife dissected into
digestible patterns--

overexposed apparition

Vomit by fits: before 
an ornate (space) by in–
tuition sung interest

extra pad over
an onion in tears, an eyelid 
violation and everyone honking  

—read and then yellow
breasted guest above 
a shaded plastic feeder full
adoptable agenda 
by breakfast: interrogation

Impossible mechanisms after
crusted artifacts—a backwash
arriving—blackened how else? 
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2017.03.01

3/1/2017

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Out of bounds before morning
open electric: Flock 
a new necktie—hold 
it all together
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