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625 amthere is a place where the digitized vinyl gospel funk / intercepts the rumble of passing cars / and creates the most electrifying revitalization
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Oct 6, 2014
A Monster and the TruthI knew a little monster / I called him, “petit-bête.” / He was my pretty china doll,
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Feb 18, 2013
A riddleMy hands pace out both pain and pleasure / Though my bones may tire from the relentless chase / I began with an echo of a gun sounded by man
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Sep 11, 2013
As it is WrittenWhite collars meet soil / Holy hangings, righteous men shake their heads / Throw your glory before the swine
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Feb 18, 2013
burned out (pantoum)a lit candle rests on a mirror / she coaxes the cold from the corners / the candle smiles at her reflection
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Oct 6, 2014
Clashing MistSordid stepping from the left arise / For to the right she’d seldom think to see / Lashes just like spider webs o’er eyes
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Oct 6, 2014
ColorsSometimes I sit in my cold, clammy gray / Then a jovial red, or a honey-gold will pass by / I perk up, lose the dust and become a blindingly happy white
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May 25, 2013
Compassion Never HeardI remember looking, / looking at a bird. / And saw it standing still o’er looking
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Jan 22, 2012
Falling IllA mocking, a knocking, a rock at the sill / I untilled out the fill like mill undistilled / A swoon not too soon- at the moon's right prevail
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Sep 11, 2013
HandsRopes across my hands / A bold march across the sand / The tan bland of my hands
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Jun 23, 2014
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