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My mouth has a mother
I harbor her cold
tongue. I hang it
heavy on the drying
April 26, 2013
The trance continued in which / the saying was exchanging positions, / over and over, with the said. / It was a summons, a shock into / a long and…
The dream is still, / but the child is falling and slowly dying of sea cancer. // The Black man is wearing a red suit, his orange hat is laughing…
David D. Horowitz
No snap-on smarts, push-button truths. Wisdom’s earned / By being fired, dumped, manipulated, burned, / Evicted, undermined, backstabbed, spurned....
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