Slot machine traffic
my choice to tail this semi
triple sevens.
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Slot machine traffic
my choice to tail this semi
triple sevens.
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Always is the sea
against the face of the cliff.
Tears returned to cheek.
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Calm as carrion
in a fistful of hot flesh.
A dad and daughter.
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Moon man at the park
peeking at all the squirrels
from behind a bush.
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Afraid of my steps
the young sparrow takes cover
under a parked truck.
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Din of the railroad:
So worn into the red rock
the air hangs with rust.
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Hose spun into kinks
unwinding at the day’s end
remains slightly bent.
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Beneath the dirt, worms.
Beneath the worms, bones. Beneath
the bones, a hunger.
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Neatly patterned cloud
so nearly a white rabbit
save for its third ear.
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Leaf in the hollow
brushing through the grooves of bark.
What a weird toothbrush.
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