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A whipoor’s will swallowed a pill that made it ill if it could talk
Whitewashed
ACTG Effigy
I broke your hand with lit-tle bones and cast them die to guide
Fan Dances
We’re a bunch of speakerboxes walking echoes all around the room.
Greasetrap
It was any given day, on any afternoon. Hmm. Hmmmm.
Petunias
Liquid Sand Dreams
Broken cords spoke your name possessed with glitter gold and fame
Cobblers
Little bits of glitter dropping trails of shimmering
Snowfield Visions
The Waves
2 Inches Over Concrete
In the Shadow of Dappled Sky
A spectrum like oil in the sun: Shines and shimmers of a rainbow
The Ice & Fuel Parking Lot
A Last Rose for Cousin Lou
Classical warded locks are made with a series of pins
Locks
What digits touched I broke to stars The grains that stained
Down Rabbit Holes
A crown of thorns The smell of the hole in his side Hands limped and lifeless
Feet
Composites
I met him more than once definitely more than two
Charlie
Take this walk On my clouds Through the glowing Galactic shrouds
Reverberations
Rearranged
Lotus Star Dimension
Five metal wires burrowed into his eyebrow Just shy of bursting
Cracks
The trees They are great The trees They are tall
Djimo
Whose worlds these are I think I know They live beyond Spacetime though
Ruminations
The reds and golds the fourth floor walls’ greens and blues broken by farting silly putty
Hannah's Homemade Poos
Fingers are fingers and nothing more though they weave star searchers
Basket Weaving
Eye Spy
There are clothes pattered on the walls mirrors unbroken but dusted and musted
Lightly Dirty Mirror
Gone Fishing
A spiral in my mind a spiral I unwind and rewind each moment
Fuchsia
Mar del Lune
Shhhhhhh Chhhh And scratch My cornea
Clapping Erasers
I scribbled diamonds In the sky On parchment made Of compressed clouds
Oil Paintings
Through the Garden Gate
Look into these boggled eyes see whose true see who lies
Flying Spaghetti Monster
Bat Country
I bled into moments The skin cells Of my hands Crumbs of tortilla chips
Heart in Hand
I spoke the stars Your mouth made into a language of galaxies spinning something
Strings
The Fingerling Chronicles
The Truth Is Out There
Edges
Lay down that fat turd On a page and now It is time to shape this shit. Do you know what I’m saying?
Turd Floating in the Crapper
Thud thud thud. Thud
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