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slack jaw sullen scowl
adrift in silence of a shock
Friday, April 20, 2007
motive
through windswept ambition, we've left
the lily-pads of our past to shine
as beacons in-in-finite sludge.
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max is a mill man working on a hand stand.
one.
chomp chomp
STATIONED AT THE WATCHTOWER WATCHING
hungry days
felt hoses for a fire
rain rain go away come back...
i like birds; you like whirls.
languid. the liquid where i've hid.
manufracture! hear the gears a-turning... turning...
LISTENING TO THE MANDOLIN ON OUR PORCH
motive
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