I woke up this morning and half the city had gone missing
          Bottle rockets
          Funeral pyres

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Secrets hidden between the floors of a building
And shoulder blades

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hanging...          sun like a light bulb cracks
over the billboard

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A sundial under clouds
Faded study of an
Ancient Grecian champion

He has no arms,
He has no

Bullet proofing.

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she is
Anemic and plural

In the distance
Pedestaled

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Why didn't you go?
You had your chances,

The surgeon's table the
Time we got separated

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In the subway
In boston
Siamese twins
In the year of the scalpel

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Separate channels that
Lead to separate turnstiles
separate cars

separate masks pumping
Separate aenesthesias

a time when the shadows
got blurry

and everything went
split screen

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the hour
a muddled twilight
light and no light
no arms no hands
no mechanism for sweeping
hours and minutes

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a brief unquantifiable lapse

when you were almost eclipsed
beneath the line of the horizon

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a million soulless windows
half of them torn to pieces
unmarked doorways white
as milk and talcum powder
thumping with all the consciousness
of an aorta

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Blank
You and the face of it
The time your eyes
Like sand
We make silence
Vodka liquid morphine
Wind
Frozen sleep of stars

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blowjob in a/ phone booth phone/ the receivers been

cut

no <calls> just a/
wire left

hanging....

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bumps in back alleys in/ the bathrooms with no mirrors with no/ <walls> with no/ concept of <separation>

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Good teeth and an eye for the hangman’s noose
They’ve left the hospital door ajar
The addicts are seeping out
Into the hazel night
Under the wanton aluminum lampposts
                                        Where bums play spades for teeth marked bottle caps watching
                              Freight trains hump bridges at two in the morning and

Store clerks wear promises on their fingers
Dead and reconstructed
Gray but moving

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Walk down to the river find
Boys who stand on corners with rocks in their mouths

$core one last butaned
rrrrush/shot/of/up/up/up/up/writing/a/new/constellation/on/the/inside/of/my/eylids/in/the/color/of/
mothersmilk

/my/face/is/a/cathedral

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SNAPSHOT:          TL

Doesn't
He look so pretty all tied up
A picture
The way his knees are swinging
Noose --- just --- so

His perfect teeth the tongue akimbo
Between.

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Rock candy rock candy rock candy
Amazing how it
sucks the
                    wind
                                right
out of your

lungs

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