Undressed a mountain Raining the thunders of infinite desire Without wing or cloud, war Circling this simple song of a good friend’s fire War peaceful bird blossomed eyes What you…
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There is grammar to the cosmos That I believe or do not To your name and weight and mine To wait, in grace As bird brides of a bush Mind…
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Los Angeles is a form of suicide Eat commence read and tend Los Angeles is a form of patricide Hanging from a rotting window Like Avalanche of colored snow Pink,…
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In time The world fails and falls Belching its oils White of all colors Lighting the universal mind Of which I know not I feel It has yet to rain…
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Da, motion, Da, devotion, Da, Dan, Dan m, That earth has made river of me of thought Ati-dan but I’ve neither mind nor root in mine Ati-dan I know to…
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Antigone weeping In flood larger than tale I’ve seen you sing Shaping ceramic Blowing night’s glass Barefoot, forgetting Robin, a door to another A wall to another’s Filled reality Styled,…
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We’ve made ourself grave of No devotion to rain The parallels await The third born and the light We‘ve completed walls of Vine There are holes in our…
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There are English words We tell to friends, Our relatives, family To mean, and say that we, me, have not Felt or seen what we have seen, here Such as…
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There were Black Forest clocks that knocked on doors as if old water fountains There were birds like palms found on Beale street cut off from needled arms There…
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Newton, my mother’s cat Paul Elouard, a brand of peach Winter roses, fuschia hair, in a cart I dreamed of ocean, and of you, lividly O X or…
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In California, it’s dusk and the hummingbird comes again, To levitate space and make use of both sugar and wind Where there was once a man who could lead…
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The wheel of my seed ignited I’m moving slowly toward my fear The dervish I subdue repressed I swam along to my tale’s nudity I’ve embodied flight, at…
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Of flagrant dissent, a branch, from which swings a pot of leaves, Fragrant, even pleasant in this way of taking in ray, combining Magnifying, extinguishing, and lighting, complying with color…
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Reflecting rustling leaves Two camo’d fish Sing to eat It stops, the rustling Like an empty pot On an avenue Their roots Filmed pictures Unrevealed Of judgment Participants are they…
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