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An overall’d uncle stabbed over homemade champagne drifts around the bend. A commemoration quilt and the Adamsville population shifts around the bend. There’s an old hymn torn out of Martha’s hymnal, an elegy, a black dress. “These details seem important,” Preacher says in European swifts around the bend. The rains come and wash away the things we bury, bodies and toy cars. Lowlands become lakes and a lone, malaise blackbird lifts around the bend. A boy, all elbows and knees, in corduroy everything, in the thick of it, drives a truck with no wipers, no license, the stick shifts around the bend. The homes with electric lose electric, and the newspaper floats off porch. No news today, nor tomorrow these are philanthropic gifts around the bend.
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
A Southern Ghazal
An overall’d uncle stabbed over homemade champagne drifts around the bend. A commemoration quilt and the Adamsville population shifts around the bend. There’s an old hymn torn out of Martha’s hymnal, an elegy, a black dress. “These details seem important,” Preacher says in European swifts around the bend. The rains come and wash away the things we bury, bodies and toy cars. Lowlands become lakes and a lone, malaise blackbird lifts around the bend. A boy, all elbows and knees, in corduroy everything, in the thick of it, drives a truck with no wipers, no license, the stick shifts around the bend. The homes with electric lose electric, and the newspaper floats off porch. No news today, nor tomorrow these are philanthropic gifts around the bend.
jj-hutton
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
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