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Three
Poems How to Communicate w/the Dead tip
the watering can observe
blackbirds dipping follow
the brushstrokes clip
fresh mint leaves sit still, wordless listen
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Clouds of Mercy i
sat all day w/the black beetles of madness climbing what’s
left of my i sat all day w/my frayed, swiss cheese self-esteem, fingering the holes i
sat all day w/my suicide snickering from my cuticles &
whispering grab i
sat all day w/my demons wagging their forked tongues like
terrible, i sat all day w/my lobotomized boyhood, bemoaning the unspliceable wires i
sat all day w/the skeleton of god, running a cup back & forth
over the until
i went to the window & gazed at the immaculate clouds backlit
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my friend Moose i
pull into the driveway |
