synthetic textile ghost, a.k.a. brown burlap bag
hanging over a shovel in the garden.
along its side reads burmese long grain rice.
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i lied when i was lying
and i walked where i was walking.
i lived when i was living
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aqua dependent, thirsting for
the mechanical tin priest.
the lord is in the kettle when
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Doctors say that we are seventy percent
water but i think that is bs.
those drawings you made when you were
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I did not expect him to be
so stoic.
motionless....
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In an old cellar mason jars
full of canned sunsets line
the shelves.
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Will it pass this way again nobody knows because
the community library has to many paperbacks
and the clouds to many sins.
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ordinary clouds on a thursday
afternoon overhead.
All is shaded and gray.
old testament in my skin.
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No more buffalo or pigs who speak in latin
for they have all drowned in the sea of galilee
or perhaps been flushed down the Tijuana pipeline.
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