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When
you extend
time
changes into words
reaches toward common history
Inspect
your saga
motivations
for doing
anything
inflating
bike tires
handstands
on the grass
riding
the night train home
scrawling
a drunken note
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surprise
registry
sorrow
spreading like dank fire
under
the skin of your face
the
piano calls
"rattle
columbo skee-dazzle"
now
wave them around
hypnotic
and sincere
you
must believe
in
the something I'm transmitting
up
the live wires
into
a collective hive
or
down by the rustling dumpsters
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cast
off shells
spent
nutrition and supplements
inform
a blood ooze
"I
can't, I just can't"
gurgling
on a blanket of blood
one
arm waving
half
a pincher bug
electricity
still making it happen
another
loop of living
purely
motion driven
without
purpose
the
body stays and stays
4
the
mind burns and slips
another
dark portal
born
voyager
bon
voyage-r
out
of cleaner hands
rough
with hairy splinters
combine
powers
find
a way off this rock
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vortex
of hand-woven sediment
chambray
and needlepoint
tiny
backstitched leaves, flowers
sang
a little song while he did it:
"Ol'
brown poesy,
something
something Alabama"
"Shut
up, Kid!"
waving,
eyes wilder
his
blood comes out
more
and more
glistening
cough
thick
bubbles of dark
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paint
the hard stroke
his
pained face
get
back from it, step out
of
his way
his
oncoming fate
panic
burned streets
camps
springing up
fingerfuls
of air
"I
just can't, I can't"
a
weak wave, he lays back down
other
words too far from the surface
he
waves
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his
hands tremble
spent
impulses
so
natural
the
soul slips
gears
burn out
the
metal whines and snaps
the
straps are off and he is gone
rabbit's
foot bound
now
a blur in cosmic space
flashing
toward a diamond planet
inference
of his purpose
light-years
for comprehension
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