Spring '08 TOC
No matter what happened It’s all material I’m definitely not going
In the wind that pushes Clouds away The beauty of the accident
Does not compare To siphoned-off buildings
Less replied, but laughing Like the saddest thing you said
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Dream not in underlying Affairs like smoke Shrill as stiflingly
Disjointed— though This false hunger’s Numbers
Only whisper, when it’s Incomplete
Full of air, the false Stars barging—
Let’s pretend eroticism is accidental My loves & would-be lovers When you turn away
Why is it you’re still playing At the cinema in my head?
My feeling is that fruitsellers Return rapid paper copies
Until this trembling is Coincident as Smoke
To turn around these Limbs you’d thwart
At the true meaning of some dull indulgence
For which I have mistaken you
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