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from Zyxt

For Lyn & Leslie

Sweat stains the jogger's tanktop As time passes, birds in the text become more specific Blind woman veers ever so slightly left as she walks down the street until, the path of red-and-white tipped cane just missing the light pole, she walks face first into it The only light downstairs, the ghostly Christmas tree Dream that leaves me depressed for days (I have been killed in an auto accident & am unable to find the whereabouts of my sons) In the poem, Max is fat & tiny The drops for the pink eye leave the duct feeling dry and crusty Molassifying Suburban Serbian Golden translucent resin split-level houses, each no larger than the last joint of a small man's thumb, gathered by the thousands atop the large, low white table, shape suggestive of a map (Spain perhaps) Use your tongue & teeth gently to play with the foreskin I read that book in a single weekend, which for me was unusual

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Quick quake quite quiet choir quit

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