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Michelle
Greenblatt & Andrew Topel
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1.
fists coated with renegades breath
remain funneling the windows downward
up towards widow fumes maintaining
an iron garden inn outside
oxygen reversed to guard dust
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2.
green globe eyeballs choked open
closed energy, far falling ear
eyes the proximal density's cold
heat sender mixing animal sign
language screams not you me
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3.
we eat that star's chatter
which greens itself thinly over
again nothing sun whispers something
which must mean anything but
some mist shattering cave echo
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4.
of an echo of a
chosen sketch each blurred born
dead a torrential sliver of
saliva torn trenched in river-
dry-spaced flux of streamline
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5.
deletes millions, limb in toledo;
dead area until blearing begins
nibbling real arcs of addition
mist before mountain prison break
reckon mission, no sipping timid
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1.
heart sweating oxygen gone missing
when found he writes dust
subtle as wire tripping death
over time beating the tide
identify tibia smitten roving skeleton
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2. finally settles with skin-ridden
hide the ink, no moon
stretched across sky, rubberelastic pinned
buried, chest blown alphabet color
awareness of neon clear portraiture
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3.
traits hanging eons on war
that make epochs caterwaul across
scorched copies lying camouflage engulfed
in water that smote the
tonsils of my town, wandering,
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4.
neon clear image clattered across
rack of talons leaking noon
all over the after of
breathing fat glowing in now
my face bents its tongue
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5.
to knot sendable species glued
to a spring of sound
who doused my whisper hung
in a forgotten, massless space
figuring the net seems blank
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1. they think I strangle/answer
a question? yet how strange
it was when unconsciousness came
knocking on science, since conquered
by flying hands hardly holding
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2. my dark ink cries dense
paper, still learning the word
draw 'it' by listening near
mustard yellow light of streetlamps
revealing malleable walls, owls turn
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3.on the way the woman
screams for a wounded bird
too low to fly around
the high blue shimmering stars
like glasscrash on the ground
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4.under tents, they salvage
scars
untitled otherwise known as between
under secrets sewn (sworn) hot
--hot as razor to ice
melting the meaning off words
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5. white linen sags in the
black dreams of the unborn
stillness, sits uttering guttural names
one man tugs at light
yanking it down in despair
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1. the worm looks backward, shellcoated
decode
hell on the morrow
that
dive did it survive
revival
of video, tattered wind
and
marrow, soaked in blue
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2.
voodoo dove scatter coercing warnings
in
wet weather, "here" is
a
heat that crushes metal
splintering
the rain over here
where
there is no then
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3.
or no now to become
becoming
because cause is use
a
sore on the hand
mandela
rose so swarm roar
sick,
sick, sick, she screams
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4.
'ticking crescendo,' rickity crescent skull
singing,
not to the ground,
but
the heavens, vanished throat
at
distances I can doubt
near
my fire-vision doused
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5.
head halfblinded by violet thorns
half-formed,
the wind sounds
sweet
sweaty stump I scorch
your
other who looks back
in time to say goodbye
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1.
she forgets she forgot this
he remembers what he is
three small syllables and one
thing you made of snow
rocked in an empty tomb
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2. evaporating & screamless, vertigo turf
if not for solitary passion
slipping through tons of soul
-masks spits arias in circles
surrounding a withered rose petal
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3. bloated box in my brain
raining tattered lobes so bold
the heartbox, the body's stories
tranquilized, repeated backwards, slow chop
interglacial freeze, rapid scream gleams
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4. meals aching, eye = off/burn
on the water, slow ache
chant & hiss & ghost film, milliniul
hiss & chant & grasp ice feel
falling against schism [no eyes]
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5. glass doors opened into faces
cha-ala skundi nukim - "brace bitten"
shantih shantih shantih and then
tongue transforms, yellow-shaped code
this may require some dismantling
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