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[parade for sorrow] I miss blinking [imp] the man digging in his yard is looking for his dog. this is my lucky window. in this much silence, a baby could get a tooth. a mom a finger if a car door slams. the man digs and the ice comes for its heartbroken road. wounds move in a deerless world. [born] disguised as as if I would know [access verses] a classroom, a house but never the ghost of a church – the boys they play scarecrow loves horse, and the girls the shepherdess on a boat names her dog – hey, distance lose the baby (says the empty box) [holding the baby] a deleted voicemail of a boy asking his mom how to prepare a past meal. my handwriting an insect I want the best for. dream and the moth it won’t finish. [vespers] them raccoons out there is tarrying* up yr bible – *tearin – border: my eyes can’t stop what the back of my head is eating mirror: a godless hyphenate – my man is a body whose moon is vacant – they is out there to flood sightseers with basilisk **** – in the valley of my choking the fingers of my father are going dog’s-collar purple – out-the-way churches. and acne [declination] in forgetting how many to save, god wants to know are you still seeing things… I remember the animal, the appropriate mask… once held, is the baby less wild is the room in the room [sympathizer] the many plain sons of god their parking tickets [the mud on god's cheek] at birth we are given a ladder we can’t see. our feet bare [animal masks on the floor of the ocean] mouse, teacup of the missing stork- owl, lamb of night- this was god. he was sad and everyone noticed.
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC
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[parade for sorrow] I miss blinking [imp] the man digging in his yard is looking for his dog. this is my lucky window. in this much silence, a baby could get a tooth. a mom a finger if a car door slams. the man digs and the ice comes for its heartbroken road. wounds move in a deerless world. [born] disguised as as if I would know [access verses] a classroom, a house but never the ghost of a church – the boys they play scarecrow loves horse, and the girls the shepherdess on a boat names her dog – hey, distance lose the baby (says the empty box) [holding the baby] a deleted voicemail of a boy asking his mom how to prepare a past meal. my handwriting an insect I want the best for. dream and the moth it won’t finish. [vespers] them raccoons out there is tarrying* up yr bible – *tearin – border: my eyes can’t stop what the back of my head is eating mirror: a godless hyphenate – my man is a body whose moon is vacant – they is out there to flood sightseers with basilisk **** – in the valley of my choking the fingers of my father are going dog’s-collar purple – out-the-way churches. and acne [declination] in forgetting how many to save, god wants to know are you still seeing things… I remember the animal, the appropriate mask… once held, is the baby less wild is the room in the room [sympathizer] the many plain sons of god their parking tickets [the mud on god's cheek] at birth we are given a ladder we can’t see. our feet bare [animal masks on the floor of the ocean] mouse, teacup of the missing stork- owl, lamb of night- this was god. he was sad and everyone noticed.
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC
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