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The Back Streets Of A Snail

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billboards

pinned to the sleeve

of the highway

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we of one market

one leaf one fruit bin

await flies & rot

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washes whiter

in quiet of evening

dark creak of table

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bring me

the room of

a swollen number

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in mock soup

& fan of turtle shell

sore-kneed Buddha

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offer pictures of mecca

while playing a dangerous

game of marbles

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bubbles that

hear flat skin of

sunfish

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heavy black glove

nearsighted & brusque a bee

breasts pressing mirror

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hand on

soiled number 9

paper off the roll

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order of night

a hyphenated thought

left in onion patch

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inhabit this

the back streets

of a snail

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gets you no further

from nature to circle

the tree in spanish

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white lips powders

space left by stars

fixer

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in glass rooms air

listens to itself covers

of light fall & fold

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a yellow ball from

the women in chairs opens

the crematory steps

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draw space as maximum

silverware in her hair

& shells to eat with

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words burn

a cut above the spine

sitting on divan

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rush hours middays other

times black band around

the sky bright eyes

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the membrane falls

from a table of ferns

stock multi-bodied

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another charred

boat has left

the dock of dreams

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open blossom or

bloom of voice

in insect light

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and invention

nefarious angles in

bitter snow drifts

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and long white wings

the estuary on

its dark toes

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a circle of mirrors

shut out the stars

people don’t know

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breath

the pin as ice pick

buying the night face

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colored sharpness

of wild card in

stenciled parlor car

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go toward

the buried side

of vision

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dire briefness of

lot pocket it even if

it blackens the soul

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the moon is not

a number it is a landfill

a gap in the eye

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on head of mountain

grievous we have maintained

a private clasp

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