You know that the séances were broken by trees,
And now that your children are
Asleep and thumb-sucked,
Christmas is finally laying in: even the stewardesses
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You know that the séances were broken by trees,
And now that your children are
Asleep and thumb-sucked,
Christmas is finally laying in: even the stewardesses
...
Broken slang accruing to my elbows-
Or however you spell it,
Like yellow butterflies in the Christmas trees of
Mexico-
...
The sun was up all of her times
As she laid in her bedroom and
Prayed to a god of blue boys in football uniforms:
She was shady
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Up- and upping the arrow-
Gutteral throats in
The Adam’s Apple:
I think of Vachel Lindsay and I want to
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Hamburgers of plate tectonics be with my soul
As it teaches another hummingbird
About the housing market- beautiful menagerie
A thimble full of hollow bones
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Sorrow is the next word in the bouquet-
Heart wounded without
Reason in the streets of the mortal ling
Grey:
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Remember the traces in the shallows,
The words that it was alright
To give for one last day—
Before the last holiday of our lives
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Then there is a womb opened in a new
Holiday,
Bright with her children and blind snow storms:
All of the wolves make a surplus
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Palaces fed in the shadow of my liver,
I had almost forgotten you:
And this place you forage,
Whispering all of your fairytales
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