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high altitudes and attitudeshigh altitudes and attitudes / my wooden altar is not a large one, yet it floats / above this mountain town in planks of rotting wood.
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May 24, 2010
sunshine shotthis is a grave of cottonwood trees / pale light flickering across my upturned face / from under black crowns he examines the shapes i make
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May 24, 2010
ghazal for kateversion 192924billion / a whitewashed fence looks orange beneath the lamplight and / i think she's beautiful, limpid on last autumn's leaves
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Feb 23, 2010
goodnight, americaat cocktail hour she rides her bike / over the colourful chalk bodies of her / neighbor's children with dust shrieking
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Feb 23, 2010
where kaija krakken creepsan ocean feather snuffs it in an alcove, to my leftjust another pair of lungs to expand and swill the seaand i wave curtly to the ***** on the next corner(nothing to see nothing to see) kindlingher shoulders against the lamp-post shelooks more like an angler than a good timeand paint by number peeling swips, lightning strikesupon her hips and the smoke machine pumps nicotinethrough out my veins, on the verge of somethingepicglitter lines the gutter with a sunless pulse all its ownand concrete currents sweep the ground beneath my feetas i exit the aphotic zone:ale stained blouses and hardened nipplesmake my artist type jealous beneath the soft neonsof the brickyard pizza sign the whirlpool opens with asureness of free beer to soften my mindand i've done this enough for the anxiety to subsideso i kick off these shoes and iDIVEinto a plethora of flannel jacketsand guys named 'steve'
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Feb 23, 2010
axis of a queenthe hi-fi plays solace to the / granular lobby upon the television screen; / as it flickers from camera angle to camera angle
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Feb 22, 2010
bulleti see technicolour but mostly violet / slopped across the walls in polygon inlays as / the bulb from above casts a glare across bare walls
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Feb 22, 2010
jurassic pukeomnipresent sick to my ******* stomach / dressed in mosquitoes that are woolen / like the lining of my english ******* and
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Feb 22, 2010
perfection as a paradoxmany girls i know like men that glean / like sky-scrapers, brilliant in their hard lines / that rise up from the ash in a fit of man made glory.
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Feb 22, 2010
algoma districtthere she is: a glimpse of purple in prehistory / highlighted on the bluffs like an exhibit of magnetism. / a zooming highway energizes the distant panorama
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Feb 22, 2010
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