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wonder if I got poisoned by mercury
in the bulb of night
wonder what causes this bad mood
out of nothing
wonder where those stairs lead
that seem to lead nowhere
wonder where Tuli went
now that he is gone
wonder what that cackling laughter leads to
in the middle of nowhere
wonder when I'll leave this planet
in my dreams
wonder how I got here
in the first place
wonder why you would give it all up
knowing full well you were not committed
wonder why it is so hard for some
to stick with it
wonder if it means we are all different
and not alike at all
wonder what disfigured the portrait

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Hi, sweet dog
you are cat
Holy hell
Alucarda break dancing
I am alive
The timber falls
allusive mushroom
campfire glow
They will make you a martyr
well that's okay
It's all a bunch of jive
caterpillar squabbler
jade necklace on a bow
nobodies September cleared
remember the elbow
a spider
gifted for its glow
You may grow in entitlement
but death will get you
like so many echoes
the whiteness grows

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there is this tower ubiquitous
the clothes come off
tin objects loom above an ancient cast
blue winged plane
What delivers us from evil
delivers us into the hands of it
dudden it?
We are left empty of devices
The piano in the field invites destruction
Born is Tarp!
Glasses with meals and
inside
industrial glasses with no meals
the record of unarting art
that which is built on node
imbued with light
my type writer talks
the anti mystical radio tower
Golden tower of radon
and absent butterfly head of Redon
winching us up manually

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the rearranging of everything
the pattern work is intricate
upper lip spasms
the shower that owns
night celestial being.
Everyone's horse was a little different
gazing upon this abhorrent night sky
That is why he grew a fin
The cap was an arrow
they thought I said "In error"
"Princess, I got your back."
The last lines of the play
Life continued a a mollusk
and beautiful were the days
Miners talking of oxygen
It's somebodies break room
The toilet grew in the dark
Numbers are like the sequence beings of a universe
The metal workers will, like, chop their fingers off
I grew scared of not understanding my lack luster
This is what grabbed me from behind

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we drag our heals
curbs
Lasting only a few minutes
the woman hoists, unreal
Underground water ways
we hear the surface.
There is some beneath
but what
The child of unreal ideas
hedonist frailty
the man and his diatribe
they'll get to know one another
the blond
a bicyclist
triumphant pancakes
a loss leader
we are in this perpetually
as if there were another way
a grandmother's way
not just any
the ramp curving infinity
a blasting into silence
it marks the blankness
a growing sense of umbrella
machine gnomes
at the end of a tidal cycle

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I smell like the fat kid in school
mixing my milk with my corn
so what?
Age old prophecy
Putting yourself in those same shoes
The music teacher wore wooden braces on her fingers
to write on the blackboard
You were not designed for this
the saying goes
Little amps in the background
We are all homicidal
just don't know it
The last candle in this place unlit
the unhampered zone
I pet the cat from tail to scruff
Nobody really gives a shit
about the undead
I stole your phone
but I meant to steal your life
They were insane
the ping pong table
floating on the lake
We laughed
An infection grew
The jelly stone disaster
reorganizing closets

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brick a brack decay
I never know the day
said the ocean to the clay
but all was up ended
disaster loves coupons
OK, I guess this is true
There was a floating eyeball
on Craig's list
God forbid me
the cheese is ripe
That anglo-saxan asshole stole my sax
Well, anyway I smelled ripened diapers
all the way to the whore house.
I'll scratch that out
At the Duck Blind holy hell
parking lot fellatio
so unfair
why ain't we gettin it
Must be momma's holdin my tail
growth spurt
tits are on loan
this is a sexual poem
let's call it Joan
as we have no other name to call it