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by rain70

Posted to Poetry on 2003-06-23 09:01:00

1. The problem with striving
Is death at the end. This
Is not perhaps without
Knuckles disassembling, bread
Reversing into grain, water

Reversing into spectacle.

Specks.

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2. The naivete of homage
Is plant instead of
“Among the jungle.” Linen

And linoleum are followed
By day-lights numbered like
Compromises shouldn’t be, like

Joining legend to fault. Have

You seen my book?

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3. The dogs are dumb. So
Am I. I haven’t said
A word all day, tonight

I’m getting your clothes off.
Sleeping is a surgical subject,

Dust is the plume of my veins.


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