SHUTEYE

IN THE LAND
OF THE SACRED
COMMONER

& other poems

110 pages, 7.00

self published and available today on Lulu

(book preview on site is book entire)

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some poems, from:

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the robot is a ******.

the baby
it goes
from baby
to baby
with no
message.

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I want your work to matter.

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{keep}

the laziness animals have, that kind of panicked longing…

and brevity, the faith
of insects

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my shadow, of course, afraid of its borrowed blood

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that barn
in the middle of nowhere’s haunted eyesight

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the invisible
after-hours
birth, and the woman

who keeps the baby
despite
its perfection

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this quiet in the redneck’s
library
of forgiveness, this thunder…

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the agony of the boomerang’s maker

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{******}

the cigarette
the worrier’s
flashlight

the past
a widow…

deserted childhood, electric eel.

if poor
put mouth
where mouth
is

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the baby contorts as if it might become a chair

its mother is saying

wind
I will pray
for you

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its father is fashioning

from some god’s
idea
of a stripper
pole

a dollhouse

totem

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the baby itself is nonsense

its head
bruised
by a rattle
would brain

a parrot