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Gritty

I feel personally responsible
for the weathering
on benches and buildings.
like somehow the unfolding of my life
has chipped away at structure.

I am an amalgam
of splinters and lead paint.

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Posted by on October 20, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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The Organ Maker

Oh, you, organ-maker!
You birther of grand instruments!
How many pipe-sets does this year’s Genesis contain?
How many millions are the churches in city-states paying you
to bandage the hymns and perpetuate
the illusion of perfect eternal pitch?
I cannot tell that your hair needs combing
or offer you a piece of gum
because I fear the scales your hands can cast,
and also the music on your breath.

 
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Posted by on October 12, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Meet Me in Dallas (Good Talking)

a man who looks like me
helped me navigate the subway
and I gave myself credit.

how funny for him to come from Seattle and
for me to come from Boston and
for us to meet in Dallas
and talk about how horrible it is here.

he has to catch a flight to his coast
and he shakes my hand and
all the while I’m trying to remember which
fly on my bedroom wall
I sent to Washington with the message:
“Meet me in Dallas.”

 
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Posted by on October 12, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Blonde

i’m glad you know this place so well.
you can show me all the landmark scars
and where men have been murdered.

you say i shouldn’t drink in this town.
is there any reason for that
or are you just
scared to share the bars?

 
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Posted by on October 12, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Riding Shotgun

Mostly I see people dancing.
The prevailing expression
on pedestrian faces
is a sort of terrified confusion.
I can think of no more honest moment
than the one where a person
moving very fast
is watching you
and your face
move very slow.

 
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Posted by on October 12, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Flies

sleeplessness allows me to shamelessly spend time with flies.
before most have had their coffee,
I sit and watch the cups they’ll use.
there is no one around to expect swats,
and so I am comfortable letting them explore.

from rim to rim they float or jump or
skip-frames in quarter-inch distances,
sure that they smell sugar left by inadequate cleaning.

people start to slump by and snatch cups
in monochromatic morning light.
this stirs the fly to my shoulder and
I ask him what he smells on me,
but he is lock-eyed and consumed
as people purse lips
and gently kiss
the ground he walked on.

 
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Posted by on October 12, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Neighbor’s Dog

you hang suggestively
your posture gestures forward
and your stiff back
counteracts this.

you are a neighbor’s dog,
kneeling and bow-headed.
you sniff the dirt beneath your nose,
though I am not standing on it.

 
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Posted by on October 12, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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