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Deep Sea Divingif you find one happiness / like the barrel on your head / loaded with a pocket of air for you to breathe
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A Stone Axeshould I lay claim to the towers around me? / to programmed ghosts in the machine? / should I reap the gifts and ease of another man’s dreams?
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Attentionfire is the cyclin / of my sleeping cells / i confide that the sirens
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Camping in TurnbullTo hell with maintaining a fire just so faces could be seen. / I danced on the embers extinguishing little stars and I scribbled in my notes and waited for that one girl to shut up about Twitter and Halloween costumes so I could hear— / the fog dragging its tongue up the valley.
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A Walk to Big Lotsat the corner I hit both crosswalk buttons / and wait, eyes closed, to see if I can follow / the walk sign chirps like the blind men
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Climbing the TimeSomewhere near the turn of the century, the walk was hot enough to burn your feet. / Sometime after that I was born in Phoenix. / My sister and I threw paint over a cardboard box in the garage and called it a spaceship.
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The Ocean is Almost Alonethe first thing I notice is the jetty / the waves littered with little feet and bouncing foam and / bobbing buoys of women, two of which
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A Scene Shop Carpenteri didn’t come here to smell like roses. / the stain in my shirt; blue paint crystalized in cotton / and greased in sawdusty sweat,
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The HarmonicaThe harmonica is a brushed-steel magazine / a little chrome home for a loaded line of tones / like bullets begging to be drawn
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Heaven Asbestosout in the mountains, / when my feet are pressed and purpled / from pushing the world to roll her callused breast,
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