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show me a painting that he’s not proud of and I’ll rip off my shirt to(o) correct the color scheme absences become loud cavernous highways …cut at the knees …so I can reach that…
…taste which reminds us all of autumn wrapped in cotton trees on fire bricks just like dust like bones breaking this sunrise
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12/20/09 2:43pm
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[below this and out of tune]
when he says somewhere it’s just inside this …that same place all around our necks
sharply inside her smile
downtown
and darting brick by brick
scrape his fingers on these walls
play her belly …as if the sun …consume one hundred lips
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I take the train home and count the houses
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12/20/09 2:41pm
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