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Wednesday, January 10, 2018
wrangling in tandem
Mirrors gasp inward, O most fair
eek! the crack widens, eventual end
opens a song searing silence to
wranglers of stars, rounds of fire
blaring the anthems of growling gamblers
Arias on HW 84, yawning opera
risks damnation of senator philanthropists
key in here ***brown ferdinand eyes
smell le fleurs in upper balcony
quarries, stare obsessively at the Horizon
uranus sparkles above the mud and debris
eloping with jupiter to vegas casinos
arcs of gold get cashed to appease the
khaki-limbed crackpot retirees
GOSH is their euphemism for oFuck
ask any blank eyed strangler what
sparks their motor & if they answer
Pretend Nothing & let the blood boil
written with sierra collom,
trading lines
1996
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