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12the weight around absence of might / will slowly bury collapsed matter out of / our style
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Mar 13, 2014
1996. Straight Text from a typewriter.Wolves egg blood / turned over horses / blood burned butter
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Aug 30, 2013
22I open up smooth channels from cobwebbed / cellars to emerge at lake bottoms / Mine is the legacy of century old wasps trapped
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Jan 8, 2012
7 'sthe wishes of the masses / are a parade down a grey / launch site for cold war grandfathers
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Jan 15, 2014
ActI can't act or teach this way / they all fall and it is not my fault / they perish
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Apr 21, 2015
Actual Junethe end of Henry Miller paragraphs / blow out the ass end of my pop song / which I cling to
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Jun 21, 2015
AlabamaI come around / with the back of / my face dragging in
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Jan 4, 2012
AmericanaI will take a train to Babylon but never declare my own trespassing bombs / Red dirt in the mind is hardened and seduced for one minute and then lost / Pedestrians are mowed down as I hoard weapons for ecstasy
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Mar 27, 2012
AtlanticOn our imaginary continent / people treat their bodies like Violins / to be played
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Jan 22, 2012
August caughtwe smoke and talk / of unbending gravity and rape negotiations / while cobalt tombs whistle
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Mar 22, 2012
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