drafts, roughs/unfinished

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often I prefer poetry to be

not al dente but

al mooshy

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the waters of going down

and the waters of arising

rush to drown each other while

the carpenter planes at my broken hands

the shavings must be fingernails

that rub barbmime on the moon

while the world unworks itself

disentangles itself from the great thought

that engulfed it in rockets and roses

when a nosecone whimpers at Orpheus' door

and the ocean knocks knocks

on its driftwood to beg

directions home to my hammerlock lair

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there was not one wisp light enough

to waft me away to where I wanted

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how to build labyrinths

for lip-readers to run through

sprinting toward the riddle

unstoried as highheeled lecterns moviestars

lie slumped across

begging for sardonicisms

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to be married like Eva Braun when

after sharing the cake my spouse

shoots me in the head

is that better

than not getting wed

than ending up as a bachelor like me

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your blood stains the gulag

not sure what a gulag is

the misalliance of woman and man

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pratfall perfect the days

lucid screamings

the stuff that was once so chaff-lost

remains disgraceful descending

a staircase with a harsh-lit lipstick

on its helmet

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deflecting biographies

the red bicycle girl leaned on for solace

riding horses laced with kidgloves

and gongs tempo'd by harpsichord

a tame lamp lantern

the last train to bordertown

momentarily limping I went

paisley piano and lassid storm

the estuaries impassable

weeping into your cravat-sash

pearls thrown off in a gesture that

bares the chest for pajamas to purr

gliding fingers over the flesh

and its ballroom blindness

synonymous with cleft

crying silently at gates with black ruffles

launches and nipples entranced for years

at last one dies

shirtlessly noir approaching

the virginal bike-rack panic floorboards random

gleams from white pantages

marred by faceshots and crowns akimbo

receptions led them both to palpitate

expelled from his white lapels he stood

motionless mannered

venue of blue

vein of whore I never loved

venus abhorred a while and stared at passion

internally appalled complicity of

abandoning my birthlings

incompatible as a pair of twins

and a pair of dice

a one-in-six chance of winning

the vigilance of death attending often

the shoulderblades mad-dog lowcut

subtle gowned and drawn to castanets clicking

forgotten your remedies for the basic

foundation cloud clusters or boats

launched skywards
serenity the gods offered only

to Versailles 

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