Photo by Thomas Wensing

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water and flame
they say can hear
same song in each
hey the ear ain’t responsible
for the candle yr brain
the crayons melted  and melted and
sloshed in a coffee can

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saddest person desires
to eat the self wisest
knows the world eats and
solipsism is self consumption but
let me ask you wise ass about
what is a body to do with itself?

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what is the yellowdogtooth corn
what is the ballroom gown
clapped up in a word in a book
clapped and leveled by luscious dust

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in the dank trample spoil pen
listen  like kissing after drinking  to those are
the forced feedings all across america this morning

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with the wainscoting of the field
peopled with crapped out rigs
just some boil wheel ass half implements improving
towards a satisfaction the bog bug bites on
one defamed mange face wanderer

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in the hour of the waif and wastrel
will mizzle a wilting
against stauncher tooth and tine
pour some light on there
get the seniors out get the picture made

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that you may sit with sap
to companion it over fire over night
the sapper’s hot seat
the insomnia of syrup life
think of that
of a life
beyond season
of a sweet dark life

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old weasel hardly knows herself
hefted up brimwise
on blood all new
she dried the chicken
of life’s liquidity
she’s gloves filled
to sopping with old aloe ocean
and time  time’s a trial
until her lighter nature returns
until her whiskers
sentient danger thatch
squire the choirs of air again

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chicken run how
is a is a is a
now you gotta choke ‘er
but not too much
else she’ll flood
cough a blue boo hoo
before she steadies out
in roar

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in a near bled out man  is an armless man
the legs ropes on fire
the legs like funnels of ash
the legs as bad connections of ash

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to fritz and to fizz