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at the coffee shop sits a tattered poncho
a man beneath, voice like artillery shells
​fired from beneath a redbeard jungle

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He detailed the frame’s ornamental grooves and the corners of the glass with the rag and his talons. Afterward, Lacy Dawn looked as good as new.  Skinner re-hung the picture.  For an hour, he watched her and she watched him from different angles as the planet’s suns set. 

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At the tree funeral
you will find no one
reading from the Good Book.

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Transparent eyes of the horses in
The hoary sky can scare all the music
Away from the face of the planet.
Do you savor the sins of the saints in the air?

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our happiness
is now
a fading
yellow photograph

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To improve upon bathroom habits of those who had little concern about decorum or reputation and ignored all portable loos, the ministry voted to infuse them with 24-hour streaming videos of yesterday’s news. It figured that encouraging natural, daily bowel movements among the masses rather than only the privileged, would go a long way towards cultivating positive attitudes regarding human hygiene.

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sunglasses reflect cigarette smoke
held lazily
in stained fingers 
he inhales
we depart 
over uneven concrete.

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he and sister’s souls black
as soot,
they would burn together
​in the flaming pit.

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Drenched in sweat, I march on, holding my breath past an odorous empty lot marked “Toxic.” Up ahead, the four young men rest beneath the shade of a tree, long enough for me to pass, before they begin walking again.

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Excused from singing, a teenage exercise
Cowardly altercations laugh at misdeeds
Addicted to pretence, erotic dreams
Roses from kisses laugh at the serious.

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 -but the paper is on fire - but the fire is a mid-range paper supply company with a cheesy pita in the toaster oven -  but the cheesy pita is my nostalgia and the toaster oven is an algorithm that can configure an approximation of my future personality with greater accuracy than I can

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Bambi stands poised on the page, elegant,
beautiful, but I am skeptical of deer. Deer can kill
with their antlers—from the Old French antoillier,
 
a horn in front of the eyes. Is this deer some rogue unicorn?

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