This bore a(cross)
some shred of remembering
boring in
or maybe turning
the purple mercury of couple making it
in the backyard grass
a brick alley an arrow a fleck of skin
or a trap folding in and back out
plumbing without an attitude
for attitudes sake
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some calipers and a bottle of water
french dinner things
the swift trickling of heat
a crack
in the
door
the note of leaving
and the charm of circumferences
tricking him is the best way
the architect is in love with you
so stop fiddling with the shingles
or spell-checking clouds
they don't listen
get heavy & think with spice rings
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I'm still sitting
with my finger
a gun
but not my gun
i don't buy again drinking problems
or that fly-gate
the clumping mold and
the dead field mice
where did they come from
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i possess hills looking damaged and boring
and that gun
it's my hand now still
an arrow a fleck of skin
dividing timid eyes from breathe
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the workers hands
bear drills and holes
a match or two
luckily we hear bells
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and the guns a home under seasoned
my voice calm for a second
consider not rolling your r's
all night
we are trying to get some sleep out here
2.4.08
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baby!
ReplyDeleteesp. the section that starts "some calipers..."
brrrrrrrrravo!
i really like the phrase "the charm of circumferences."
ReplyDeletei am glad that i got a personal reading of this.
"the note of leaving/and the charm of circumferences"
ReplyDelete"dividing timid eyes from breathe"
awesome, alex! the whole thing, but you know ;) can't wait to see what's up for today.