Category: Free-Range Verse
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I saw limes twisted and sucked dry, void of juicelying loose, tying the noose, the end of the dripall roly poly on the happening quartz counterlike a space wanderer in a cradlebedding down for the log nightdreaming broken glass kaleidoscopic tightto the missions of a windmill baby lost in my…
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The rose bushes are plummeting upward My baby-blue sick guts Calculating out the time In a warp, a bend Of space all nonsense Geranium machines Rattling off methodical defense Bullet showers in the windows Curtain calls Charm and sun and blood The euphoric day of another world Take me to…
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U2 is trudging through a snowy landscape in Sweden in December 1982 They’re pissed off about WAR As we all should be… except for the profiteers They love it Spilled blood and ruined lives make for a fine portfolio Gold polished and kissed raw beneath a thunderstorm of guts Enough…
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Here I am Crushed like red pepper Flakes of food For a golden fish in a water tank The river flows outside my door But always stays in the same place Listen to it now Move over rocks Fall and swirl Pushing the trees aside As if they were theatre…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 