Monthly Archives: July 2010

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The metallic roar has turned into wind,and the moisture is now a path of phlegmwhich thickens in the throat, so parched and thinnedby the smoke-eaten drips that flood the brim:The crisp felt hat that is dipped in the pond to fend off the bears fro… Continue reading

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I only dig in crates when I have to,but the mossy stench invigorates mefrom eye to eye, as treason and graft doin the souls of this nation that hates me:The past emanates in portions, parcels of lightness and dust that rinse the sea floor,uncoveri… Continue reading

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The open heart cannot fathom its ownclosed off like a dream to the awakenedsoul whom pressures of pragmatics have shownto slide, swift, from the somnolence, weakened:The open heart, thus, wraps around itself a bandanna of blue and white paisley,to… Continue reading

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There was a taste of honey on the tongue punctured last week by the supple forcepswith two diamond tips, and my iron lung banged out like a graph scattered with rosehips: True intentions bulge in the summer flangelike intestines coiled out in a ro… Continue reading

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Moving forward toward a New Principle,the space swells across the bloated stomachas the crisis, the most arcane riddle,of our blank vision in this New Epoch;The angles are opposed, and the Angles deposed by the hungry hordes of bright coinsthat cl… Continue reading

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Third World Rhyme, I

Note: After lying hidden under my dresser for about 3 years, I stumbled upon a typed version of my original “Third World Rhyme,” which was originally written on a napkin in red ink–which quickly seeped into every cranny of the “page” making it a … Continue reading

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“You have to comb the infield to do it,”that’s what the colonizer told the men;What a strange position, from which I sit!I maintain the interests of the oxen:Fields, segadors, nationhoods under lights, with flies wafting on high and dreams on low;… Continue reading

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