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I wake up to three rat heads,

telling me they have

the stock exchange blues.

There was a superficial rally

for the supernatural rally.

I’ve been stitching

photos of black eyed crows

for my graduation.

But it’s tearful rumination.

(Boo)

Everything is blue and gold

and I heap moths

across your gin tongue.

(Thanks)

I woke up between the trees.

And this young actor

stands close to me when we talk

and his eyes are pinwheels

spinning behind tobacco smoke.

Shall we leave this place?

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I woke up this morning

two pounds of salt

two sparrows hurried.

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