Tuesday, April 24, 2012

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The wet brick of living houses
slither on straight lines
moving upward from where
eyes are hands

lashes open powerline whips
four hearts on a stove
a garden party's whiskey and ash
trays the gladiator's stadium

in miniature, condescended
molten silver
figures weightless in trash
stadium seats

you can find me singing forgotten histories
in broken-pillared outskirts
high on edges grand
paths lizard-backed

austerely seething
I'll remember your snubbed name
stub face, eyes turned
concave irradiant

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