in this room lit only by far off planets
bleak as a poorly attended meeting
now imagine a poem, and nurture it
while downstairs the vendors cry
downstairs the baby cries and
downstairs the mother cries too
flies sibilate happiness
or staticky radio messages
my body is out on the street
bright as light bulbs, falling
inwards, charred on a log fire
an eternal series, persistent
as the flash of television's reality
chronicling tiny, enduring details
food for the gods though not fit for them
speckled skies, four kinds of dogfights
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Friends and old neighbors shutting it down in honor of John Crawford. _
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At had us pose for this pic up at Aunt R's place on Lake Huron so he could put it up in his dorm. "Don't tur... -
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