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Fish Don’t Have Lungs

Flying low, beneath the lowest clouds is an old bird, Old because he flies slow, more of a glide I suppose, Old wings swing up and down briefly, like gasping Lungs of those fish, but fish don’t have lungs, oh … Continue reading

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Mirth

I taste your sex on my tongue like cold salami. Sex on my tongue Your tongue had never been so unscrupulously slutty Unscrupulously slutty. (And still you smoked afterward.) Are we conscious in the dungeon of our pleasures. The dungeon … Continue reading

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Nothing of dirt

Digging a hole, deeper and wider Filling it with assonance, Assonance, assonance. Digging a whole, family divider Filling it with arrogance Arrogance, arrogance. Digging a grave, marked out beside her, Filling it with happenstance Happenstance, happenstance. For all the life … Continue reading

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The good ones

Torment is knowing the cost And counting it again And again, While the dying lay moaning Only in need of touch To die with dignity. The good ones do die Anyway, the words we Tormented hear, Circling among sad Mothers … Continue reading

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Breath

Two iris, white peels cow down Sad flowers if ever there were. Slow gait of Sarah’s black retriever, I before E except after C, she said. Slow gait of dying dogs is sadly missed Save for dying old men smoking … Continue reading

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To the writer

Tell us not about your pain, nor how badly you were hurt. We do not wish to read of blame; waste not the words in fruitless work. The value to the reader, ┬árather, is knowing what you saw, In standing … Continue reading

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Nakedness

I stripped and waded into A night surf tumbling. I leapt, white on black. I was a fish now, enjoined With the sea. Buoyant in my Slippery nakedness, My cock to the Heavens, the breaker Washed across. I felt for … Continue reading

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