August 2011
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big boy guts
blind fondness left her and hunger beat her dry
for a nobility that could only end in martyrdom
she pointed her finger like a gun and took a shot
wearing nothing but a dog collar and a fur coat
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the new fashioners
last night
towers fell
to mouthfuls of smoke
from engines burning oil.
coldlipped gods drank empty confessions
from broken bottles and spat confusion
across the city. each occupant’s soul
sat wholly aware and terrified
convinced of their own defamations,
their eyes upon something
so often unseen
so frequently uncomfortable
in whatever quarters they kept.
each vessel held prone...
