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social morsel of the clam
commotion of gems in chipmunk mump head
down in the junk to the left
while a red squirrel
seven little barf bag parachutes below
born and bound
to chide and chisel
the rib wood
of an old pickle barrel

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and coyotes
on a dayhunt
sing in bing
like jars of jellies cooling satisfied snugger
like dogs
deep inside themselves
in dreams at night at home
and sigh a coast gobbed
with delicious halfdead sailboats
chicken skin sails

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a bluegill belt the sky's becoming
apricot stew
backpack of a living bivalve
whites of eyes apples insides
the bareliests of colors
stack ice on ice on blue
and i make me a little tippy boat
with my two lips
call me two lip tippy smithy

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busy bein nothin but eyes
takes a long board
to make a teetertotter
stretch them arms wide
pretty spackle of sparrows
to sit the other side
and rise we
one sweet brief life
thru the tear in the screen
milk haze light awaits is already
whereya young shouts go
to spin and to turn
like unboiled eggs
across the countertop

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nothing to river is this rain
until alchemical
wing serve glad nice
ash lives
again it's flies
thru neck to breach
the breast
the swallow
whose locket heart
roof thumped wind
dog eye scare

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easy now gentle now
sit down stay roll
are we all this on fire
are we good for the garden
are we good
are we down for pickin up
strange road breaths
someone couldn't help it going
given or shook out or dropped

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good your back can lean
glean the breaths
mask your mouth
limber some with some
gonna pump your eyes
like bike tires
just enough good
to wheelie by the cousins
some with some
on your tool to the river
and the riverbank
smashed flat long winter
line up the kids known and new now
who here has the worst home life hair

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despair the dead bullhead fish bones
we try and blow on
to share in the quietest heart
the river's sturgeon's
chews on the tooth
of a mastodon


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where flies walk
the sticky tickin clock
too close to the stove
before they you know
swallow throat
throat of the swallow
row the boat with the shore
sod oar sod oar

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those unafraid of
things ending
carry a chickadee
beak of dirt
under nails
come clean
after life see
living is letting
your apple heart
lessen by
dirty mouths
deer and bear