Ink Node: Dean Gorman

[I eat chocolate and look at the clouds from bed]

2009-06-29T15:50:59-07:00

I eat chocolate and look at the clouds from bed, awaiting
terrible volume. I dream what stabs and curses me is
suddenly beautiful sprinting the avenue in summer, and
the more upset I get, the more I cry, the more its mystery is
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[Southern mystics throw moonpies into latter-day air]

2009-06-28T21:45:19-07:00

Southern mystics throw moonpies into latter-day air while
in the north we march and sneeze in the sunshine, bent as
gables, impossibly polite. We’ve never fought in the hot rain.
We don’t hold rapture in troubled instruments. There is
good weather and...

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[Something about whispery skin made me want you.]

2009-06-28T21:43:29-07:00

Something about whispery skin made me want you. And
the abundances that would turn to famine. Winter and
summer and winter in a moment. Golden hills and hail.
What sets of eyes you lead around.

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[I heard a flawless country song once, understanding that]

2009-06-28T21:39:08-07:00

I heard a flawless country song once, understanding that
a period of singing follows a period of singing. Then a woman
told me to just talk to myself next time I wanted to talk to
her and I was ashamed. Then I worried I...

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[It’s what I can’t turn into absolutely bright blood that breaks]

2009-06-28T21:37:17-07:00

It’s what I can’t turn into absolutely bright blood that breaks
my heart, when, in a city I can see from the millionaire
down, I just sit in front of fans. One of my father’s friends
died this way between two nights. And when...

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