Timetimetimetime
Makes red of orange and eats into black holes
Like apples into teeth
Unfinished undone unrefined unstuck unfun
...
Falselyaccused
Tealeaves saoked
Timidly in the morning
Fountain.sequestrated
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Throwing as if sinking
Like methylethylflotsamjetsam
Boiling yellow liquid
Smells of death and malted
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i kiss this little Spring’s
finger be
cause it is Green like
so many
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Maybe because it’s
Your hair
That blonde windy strand
With your head a tired field.
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I like to think of smoke as
Serpents making clever
Up-front
Decisions about where to squirm next
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If Faustian souls are made of
Some kind of material
(like denim or plaid or maybe bone)
Perhaps then invasions will pass in secret
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He felt there was no decision more important:
He took off his straw hat.
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Outrages! Outrages!
But for the sky our muscles ache in pleasure
And in the corn our sunlit sweat smells sweet
A softer left eye
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