Four marrow bones
Its white pupils staring
Sucking it empty
A once concerned
...
Martin Lochner
pin down
...
strange tatty refugee
but still invisibly
connected to a ricky lake
umbilical cord
...
scraping
in the
base of a
cauldron
...
ah little child taking warmth from me
and the little Dover stove humming
God took a small pinch
...
Captain Smokey Joe says:
washing dishes
tending gardens
...
rip, rip
the wind picks up
rips everything apart
...
tense launching hammer
released by pulling the trigger
palpitating heart beating itself
...
When I die
Do not confine me
To a box or catacomb wall
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