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 The clockwork stammers at the entry line. I take the hammer to the iron year and strike the hinge before the shadow falls. If... [read more] |
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to the maker of moves The watchman's eye up high beholds their game, They try to read and l... [read more] |
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Don’t Forget Our Number Their modern math began to fade, Re‑wiring lines that history made. They count their steps through six–seven... [read more] |
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"Front Desk, 9/11” The catalogue lies opento Chair 47B,its diagram promising lumbar certaintyin a world that has justcrumbled in on i... [read more] |
 Man, it's hot Hot is cool Heat is in Is in tents Heat is tense Chill out heat In heated tent... [read more] |
 Please let me see the light again I've been buried in the night too long Every mistake Every scar Every fucking thing I've done wrong It fol... [read more] |
 Yesterday I wrote a poem in admiration of Mr. Rogers. This is basically what I said: in a world filled with hate, prejudice and animo... [read more] |