Friday, February 03, 2006

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Goodness we’re
lost in trivia

random chants bellow
loaded like weapons on flame

the retarded cop who
blows out his criminal
the under-funded teacher who
wilts under the table

Halloween not a moment too soon so
reenact the civil war babies
who stutter to life

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

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Your daughter like silk
a touch of ecstatic from
one side of the blood

Two pennies that continually click
together in the mind

never rubbing but
pinging always
past what’s called order

Not knives of stimulation but the
touch touch touch of your life

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