feb 27 - mar 25

that chopper over that chimney
pulchritudinous dusky
that blue glow
that fire
that
hat
biscuit

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she remembers her first tenant
who dripped up walls
geysers from the corner orifices
with a view

she is half-hearted
he is half-headed

together they limp the spiral labyrinth

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days of work
important I guess
to someone & satisfying for
someone less
selfish

the analyst or the priest
who believes of course
in the source of authority

like a pipe / blew / moaned

vermillion reeds
cut down

pocket change, heavy on the jewels
rattling spurs
history not so long ago
as myth, & birth

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cyborg meatshop
boob nostalgia

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Cool bodies of cars in snow
Recognize your thighs stripped
of their cont— ext?
erior view. Good morning!
scraping & bright
I am not your retarded camper, but can pretend
she sang into the question
The audience got older and your hand
was in my pocket
our socks were wet and far from bed
and no one wondered
"what are they doing here?"
icebergs taking up the parking
or needles and pizza in skin-
ny alleys, folding the dough
A panoply of accents & accidents

All purified by silence, mastery of art
to wit: a haircut, and a real job.

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Power workshop? Open the pepper.
Post-structural students of astronomy:
This house is not your house.
You float through it, in a nutshell, a mouse.
Quivering trees. locked door
lines unattended
no whining today: a n ice day
full of warm snow & other changes.

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"What's happening to me?
He who sees only what he loves
will soon see nothing."

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Calendrics and money
wild connections, poison blowfish
raw cooking in the grade 12 curriculum

by them
scuppered, dry-gulched
bushwhacked

o, cycles gunshot
is real, and on the Internet
and gone

"1200 men at the funeral!
women outside
just today
five minutes they prayed & I
was setting up tables
there, outside, not cut out to cry
not theirs & setting up tables"

our godless home will have no guns
& perhaps, no tables.

Home is a nice frame, like TV

A master plasterer
A mistress
A mattress

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The sleeves of consciousness
shit, sherpa, shirtpin
"so much stuffing - like a balloon"
buffoon, baboon

disk eclipse on the ceiling
it's a valuable skill to see yourself as foreign

viz.      with my fear of the phone
& the dog in the walls
how can I go on living?
bold & sincere

your socks & my sweat     a cold road

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we swore through most of the holiday
& I never did find out what it was I had said

but for a sweet gesture ravage the sky
colour change & feelings
mulch, muscles gone from winter
spine compressed in a pee-yellow tub

relations grain & slip through the filter

when I turn on the TV the essence is obvious it's
    A TRICK    attention gone, split lips

      & blood dotting up the stairs

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I was blue in the bathroom
   reflection so sad
the bubbles synchronized abnegation
of essence and relation
here, there, pop

well if Albright or Knox
wants their 8 bux
they can come here and get it

the centre of attention
too easily disturbed

a new neighbour, a garden soon
five rooms a corpse and a balcony

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second-wave science

i.e. "Solution"

Holly hawks the robo(a)t and is stranded with the fox
The corn grows in rows on the other side
The hen is fried

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on the subway think of the dead