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Poems

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  • Chronoscope 241:  Briefly

    Briefly: the glare sun below the clouds

  • Naked City

    Apprehended in Herald Square carrying the head of his sister-in-law

  • Rose-Scented Lotion | Blue

    The level of rose-scented lotion daily

  • It Was A 3.8

    My mother said go get me a plum.

  • Flight, Ours & A Burn So Bad It Requires Ice

    We’re in bad, we’re in terrible, shape

  • Sullen Art

    Someone will write a poem called Charlottesville,

  • Game with a Mad Bounce

    The child and I are kicking a pebble down the road--

  • Natural History of the Soul

    The song thrush hops, runs, stands,

  • An Invasion

    We waited and waited, or by we

  • Untitled

    But here in the city there are signs and crowds in the street

  • Tool & Die

    In the final unburdening, massive crates are moved

  • My Lovely Garonne

    Because every tenth poem or so the poet described