Andrew Zawacki Poems

Within the horizon of gabardine
hills, raku-
fired as if forged in the kiln
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Enzeroed by the ozone
in Deskjet scarlet & halogen
white
little apses of renegade
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or the song of four red chambers
with a bellows to billow the embers
the sun' s hier-
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Squall through the safsaf willow
Is why the tree is
Dodge dark, burn bright the
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Daughter & laughter—a letter
Apart
A part
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Snow as a hellbox of letters erased
Pas de doudou, pas de dodo
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Verona inside
the body, the
veins, & Venice
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GLASSSCAPE
Signal glitch is a cut flower
ghost, aghast
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If it be warfare, let it be mistress
and midnight up that slope,
not reticent in a weather
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alone and in advance
over an unknown grave:
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