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35% off all print books on LULU today with coupon code of LULU35 mine books can be found, there. ~ some recent poems: [loneliness] the only animal recognized by the magician’s one-trick pony / touch giving itself a childhood / an alien’s crucifix ~ [liftoff] the scarecrow loving puppet put a pop gun to the head of the soundman’s lamb. - my last meal was my mother’s voice. ~ [the cross] the haunted clock in tornado’s house the weightlifter’s flower the rabbit’s bliss ~ [scare] I know it is nothing or a relative of nothing what mice make of a mouse possessed / my distance from the unborn widens ~ [homage] like some verbally abused parrot the crow the phone’s god ~ [depictions of reentry (iv)] / the tadpole torching my stomach in the museum of the heartless alligator / the spider the star in suicide’s eye / the crow in the devil’s purse ~ [depictions of reentry (v)] / you can work here for nine months / it’s not like riding a bike it’s more like kneeling in the center of a stickman’s nightmare / never you mind the bloated baby’s yellow tooth / at least the sick they confuse death ~ [depictions of reentry (vi)] night terror, the handwriting of imago’s child… / resurrection, a memoir ~ [depictions of reentry (vii)] / the hands and the crushed mind they crawl from / god of the briefly ugly / the homeless child of nostalgia’s native / graveyard our game of telephone ~ [depictions of reentry (viii)] we laugh about them now scarecrows the stepchildren of apocalypse… pregnancy as suicide prevention. be wowed by stuff on earth. ~ [depictions of reentry (ix)] before I got sick there was a sound my mother could make and a bird perched on the arm of a snowman… angels, yeah some grab their ears when trapped ~ [depictions of reentry (x)] the unlit candle desertion’s birthday - the voice is not god’s that experiments on children but ask away - the dog we buried is sometimes on fire watched we think by our sister’s cooking
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Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
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35% off all print books on LULU today with coupon code of LULU35 mine books can be found, there. ~ some recent poems: [loneliness] the only animal recognized by the magician’s one-trick pony / touch giving itself a childhood / an alien’s crucifix ~ [liftoff] the scarecrow loving puppet put a pop gun to the head of the soundman’s lamb. - my last meal was my mother’s voice. ~ [the cross] the haunted clock in tornado’s house the weightlifter’s flower the rabbit’s bliss ~ [scare] I know it is nothing or a relative of nothing what mice make of a mouse possessed / my distance from the unborn widens ~ [homage] like some verbally abused parrot the crow the phone’s god ~ [depictions of reentry (iv)] / the tadpole torching my stomach in the museum of the heartless alligator / the spider the star in suicide’s eye / the crow in the devil’s purse ~ [depictions of reentry (v)] / you can work here for nine months / it’s not like riding a bike it’s more like kneeling in the center of a stickman’s nightmare / never you mind the bloated baby’s yellow tooth / at least the sick they confuse death ~ [depictions of reentry (vi)] night terror, the handwriting of imago’s child… / resurrection, a memoir ~ [depictions of reentry (vii)] / the hands and the crushed mind they crawl from / god of the briefly ugly / the homeless child of nostalgia’s native / graveyard our game of telephone ~ [depictions of reentry (viii)] we laugh about them now scarecrows the stepchildren of apocalypse… pregnancy as suicide prevention. be wowed by stuff on earth. ~ [depictions of reentry (ix)] before I got sick there was a sound my mother could make and a bird perched on the arm of a snowman… angels, yeah some grab their ears when trapped ~ [depictions of reentry (x)] the unlit candle desertion’s birthday - the voice is not god’s that experiments on children but ask away - the dog we buried is sometimes on fire watched we think by our sister’s cooking
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Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
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