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body do
you know how
to go about
dying
my death
unstruck
outside
you bell
my self
soft an
animal
at core
this machine
i disappoint
me i mourn
the specifics.
democracy
it says
i am fast
in this car
rich corpse Eurydice street
musicians fatal with coins where
world feral we wandered
one-way
her soiled repose straying
listen/dogs
getting into garbage
the act of wearing
puts out the eyes
of living
if I put on the
suit of a businessman do
not let me
think as a businessman
likewise the dress
* * *
the act of driving
cannot be tame without
a dinosaur (smell
of diesel harbinger
of Europe)
something erotic
is the glove compartment
machines have grace
only in forward. we like
permission to sit alone
for traffic. the land
cannot help
the interrupt of highway
for sure these are dragons
but burning
the song compressed to
a small walking light
a delicate spiked fuss
shaved to an egg
no, a steak
then swallowed ground
round syntax not beef
but buffaloed indigestible
as an alphabet, no
bird bones
broken gouging
sentences
the stomach a mar-
quee black on white
chicken
scratchings
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