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Elgin

the seeping
syrupy
river
indolently
prophesizes,
doesn't care
about
it's name
badge'd
on
a
reflective green
highway
marker
above

illinois
in the
summer,
the water
sweet
and cloying,
moving to ache,
moving to shutter,
spooning the belly
of the
midwest's
glowering
drape

the dark-white
coil
of night clouds
top
the grainy
blare
of blindly
chugging
trains,
vampire
eyes of the
R&R
ruby-glaze
the
swaying
tips
of weeds
mysterious,
deep

dotted
paste
of
swimming
stars
grapple
to finned,
nocturnal
waves,
innocent
moonlight
cement-gleam
singed
with
the
fingery
scribble of
aged
children's
names

the seeping
syrupy
river
indolently
prophesizes,
doesn't care
about the
domino cracks
of crooked,
gumline'd
sidewalks

dark
weeds
lick
and
circle,

talk to
god
in
swishing
hymns

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