Magic like the moon on the sea
Unity binds the on owned exiled
Mutiny has walked the spiritual plank
Her mundane romance is sterile cum stains
John Belushi's grave on Martha's Vineyard
Where are the second and third revolutions
Bridges that bend moonlight into syntax
Writers are leaving town
Oxycodone, needles, gated communities
Graffiti shines like blood on money
Her tinsel sexuality is a product
She writes like a hip plastic bucket
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