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JUST BORN, A TWILIGHT OF DOORKNOBS, THREE BULBS
the dragon held a quartz crystal in its jaws
moonlight saddled my caboose till morning
the warbled inconsistent body of falling
the smoke alarms
he was glad-out and gone at noon
to lull my senses
make a living from them, run from them, play scrabble with them, something
my clothes, goddamn
sitting on him
leaning that far in
thoughts slip out of my
tongue a hammock
three bulbs
it’s all been done before
but not by me and the audience
moonlight saddled my caboose till morning
the warbled inconsistent body of falling
the smoke alarms
he was glad-out and gone at noon
to lull my senses
make a living from them, run from them, play scrabble with them, something
my clothes, goddamn
sitting on him
leaning that far in
thoughts slip out of my
tongue a hammock
three bulbs
it’s all been done before
but not by me and the audience
Posted 08/13/09
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