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I don’t know where to go to

find the chosen grave, all the old

haunts now prowled out,

the hollow below the blackberries,

the chair in the garage

empty, foxtails and shed hair.

There moving slowly in the sun,

then long gone, no wish

no work to bring you back or

bless your stilled flesh and

freed bones back to this

brief turn, pets and...
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2

It’s not that your argument is attacked or

your precious name is so sorely wounded,

it’s the seat at the front of the class,

the preciousness of the teacher’s pet,

ever so smart and the last of

any given word. Sitting astride

your simulation riding each

tautology around your ivory tower,

your booming voice not accustomed to

a fair fight. Accountable to

consequence at your...
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1

Measuring in moon form,

in dog days and worm turns,

seed husk and beetle dust,

the drought dry procession of

loam to breath held and

spells spilled, this furtive

yearn spent soil wastes

wishing for the renewal of

old glories, that ghost

gone for whenever there’s

some small thing missing

keeping the whole ensemble

at that moment before

completion, when it isn’t so much

a...
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2

Seasick with the swing of things,

I smoke my old emotions in

the cool clear spring and

startled sparrow morning.

Hands all dealt and bets placed

I fold without following suit,

hungers never sated, all save

shadows forsaken in these

figures scribbled deep,

preamble set to the fine tooth of

first principles, the ladder to

heaven left leaning against

the eaves, gutters glutted

with abundant...
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Riddled at once full of

the words your world once

hung from, these ripples,

death rattles, and dumb

ricochets enter these dusty

halls where imaginary repartee

echoes, rot and ruin endure

fresh hells and blooming

bruises, Pandora’s Box

spilling from the trash can,

the litany of all that is no

longer, catching the short

end of the sentience.

A stone, a food cart,

a big...
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2

It was never much but once

I’d show up here and there

every now and then, people

were the places that they brought

along, awkward sun glasses and

a photo postcard, draped in blossoms

before some temple, grinning bright

before the snow. That was before

phones were cameras and

there were a lot of other

things to look at, staring up

through the towering redwoods...
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1

It would be words, undone at last

by your caption, the high life

loosed like the fire of sudden

blossoms blazing bright on

a familiar hillside or nearby field,

deft and effortless in each

seam and stitch, the gifts

you incarnate, the skills you

reveal smiling as you sweep

another world aside,

every blessing burning

sipped softly in frame as

scraps and tatters are lifted,...
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1

Like the blanket that comes untucked

clutched closer around the shoulders

against the looming night or

the cloud rolled into rain, we go

missing, the intent taking sides with

a direction, the motion alone

enough to empty the tomb of

every dead end, the once both

phenomenon and constant,

fiddling with the figures until

the equation fits, this touch

a place where my name filled...
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It’s not so much the season but

these shadows of the past, stark

negatives to stare at the moment to.

The picture perfect abstract always

uneasy on the skin, a wind at once

too cold and too familiar, tomorrow

spilling down the stairs. So

the days beckon, so the days warn,

corridors to stumble down hinting

at the unseen, a shadow heavy

cast from a...
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The screen is too small and

my eyes no match for

such fine print and these

scratchy pawed on glasses,

the wrong specs for both

the lenses and these young

person’s dimensions and font.

That’s not to say that I won’t

give it a shot, just foreshadowing

the sort of shot I got. Margins made

fresh from the limits degeneration and

neglect impose, a line...
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