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AS IT SAYS
as it says in the
epitaphs
carved on whitecaps
carved on whitecaps
each wave announces
another death
until the ocean agrees
hulk-deep
drowned in its
ear-coring shells
to sail that
bloodstream
that dream clinging
to the life raft of
the body
held afloat by
the inner tube heart
the day to day boredom
the day to day boredom
whose undated
incisions of spray
mourn every shore they beach
in order to prime our pores
mourn every shore they beach
in order to prime our pores
for cessation for ruin
because like the
impetus of comets
to peel off heading
nowhere
into their
depths
I die at my dire
window and
time's orbital stats
ejaculate me
until I too agree
that honesty must be
ragged and its
linebreaks shall
curtal or hurl
themselves out
alternative in thrusts
like bakers kneading lava
like
waves carving
away my headland
predatoring all I pray
and
who knows they might
even
peninsulate the poem
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I comb my crack with a lit
fuse
My hairspray sticks to the
gods
I cannot find you phrase of
mind
(Devour is my favorite flower)
[Snow showing nothing but its normal nil]
Entering the Frankenstein Hall
of Fame
Why did I pause in the foyer
To feast on those pajama
trouser flies
Or get caught in the act of
playing
Peerposssum on my clone's back
How did I let that embarrassment
trap happen
[Still pranksters give my
chair a hotfoot
Oh no you don't I cry
preferring
My legs raw not fried/charred ... [
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