Marty McKenna Biography

sometimes when the traffic weakens
you feel you could have the run of the city
in memorium. when there were
no capitalisations, only silent confetti
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i carve you out
of already alive
and lavish landscapes; build silent,
lived horizons about you, still do.
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i have asked
rich women and men;
do the dead mourn us?
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as rain sloshed everything else,
you in my gut, again.
i try to think about outside,
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spirited hounds
leave no stone unturned,
haunt fair game
in nature's realm.
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