Category: Poems 2005

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raucous sacrum

begin with a blur a blog a glob (lost spoon sputters) continue to exercise syllabifications bifurcations bass bang boom marching along fruited highways (feet fettered with forks) high strung lines change chase choke you...

roses are rot violets are brew sugar is sweat and die loves rue

stranger with countless small hands servant of the unprotected sky awaken me you falling ocean with your boundary-knocking I can almost hear your tiny elegies

when I visited Tell City for Christmas my grandfather gave me some money so I could buy myself something to open I bought myself some shampoo and an alarm clock and opened them in...

something we have in common mothered by flowers mothered by cloudy skies