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devil

mama says to dance is the devil so I look for him at the hall to the brass in my squeaking shoes   papa says the devil’s in the shaking hips and parted lips so I look for her in the caresses under the sheets   I say the devil’s no verb no noun and [...]

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games

Tomorrow I am pushing and pulling the bill of my cap tossing it spinning ‘to the air and I will feel the tickle of spiderwebs on my forehead giving high praise to wind-born beings half-flesh, half-heaven to their whinnying brethren I long to belong Today I skip across the chalk-line squares they tell me I play [...]

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let there be light

I am contending that underneath every single lamp post yes that ugly thing of iron and spray paint there lies a thousand and one angels all covered in dirt maybe even some shit and worms in their hair   and some say they illuminate the goddamn world.

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An Unlikely Vision.

Oh Lord idolater that I am I once fell on my knees a crumpled body on the chilled, evening sand I waited minutes, an hour total for your recompense   I thought of a man who saw a trembling shoulder  a tilting altar sprang forward to touch the gilded wing of the sculpted cherubim   [...]

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rejection.

A white rectangle, without mass, without dimension I rip the edges to get at the morsel inside hoping, but also knowing the stench of rotten fruit A form letter expressing rejection called regret A blinking line at the end of an email “unfortunately,” he says “surely,” I say “I cannot-” “you can” It is not [...]

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Autumn.

Rolling a maple leaf between my fingers a dusty page of a life well-lived Ezekiel, these auburn bones, can they live? a simple breath tickles through my toes I spill my glass and wonder when she’ll come home tonight

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Fallen

A fallen dream is not a failed one an impossible one just because you taste the dirt the fresh, metallic, wet smell seeping up your embarrassed nostrils don’t mean a thing. momma used to take the fallen buttons and even though she used the wrong colored string my clothes still closed hung the way they [...]

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Kettle Corn Dreams

silly crunching on pockets of air stuck in starch explosions an unraveling hem of a passing skirt I shall not let go inspire me

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Ode to McCain and Palin.

First I was angry moments when I would shake my fist and throw balled up receipts at the glass face of my television set then I was afraid needing to put my pen to paper lift up a needy prayer to a supposed common Friend I need not cross Atlantic or Pacific to meet, to [...]

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Batting Average.

I swing a bat and I wonder, will you be back still the weight pulls from my toes the earth transfers to the swing of a bat and into the wide, wide air littered with freeform splotches they say it is much easier to miss than to hit the missing lines a thousand to one [...]

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