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  • Therapon, III, 5 

    …you whose waters never breathe   whose

  • Aspect

    The spirit’s simulacra have obtained

  • THE HEAD TRANSPLANT

    They walk in and out of the room,

  • Sunflower

    Relapse my maze

  • small town saxaphone

    men in rain, thin and fine halos of hair,

  • Polaris Mall

    February,  9:37 p.m.  Two Canada geese,

  • It Was A 3.8

    My mother said go get me a plum.

  • End of the Century

    We’ve slept too long, and that hasn’t stopped the incidental warping—

  • The Mirror

    We dream of two dragons

  • On the Grounds of the Zendo

    The face of the Buddha’s so smooth, she whispered,

  • Instinct

    No matter,              nothing could help me make sense

  • Pull Off on Old Lyme Road to Fuck

    Because I would have given everything for you to want to talk to me you remain the sound of street lamps