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Monthly Archives: July 2013

Walk like Tiffany

            people wearing

shuffle in guttered gutted birds

We heard morning

                         Sworn

                             Swelling

                                    Tell me

                                        come back to bed

red blanket

          our

rib-stained musket.

Mud slow moving

                   gallop feet in

                               harmony

to hair-slicked

quick-fingered widow.

crowded room

morgue

more    drumming

run memento mori

his 

Insomnia said forty five

speed

             spit on virus

sit on wired cables

we clean until midnight

close at moon

            bone

                    collars on doorhooks

hanging men

tried our best

           his chest his need

mouse feet petit allegro

our tongue in

      his eyes

           ozones benzos

                           jitter

                           quicker release