peace & awareness are
like two small birds
trying to leave the planet
because they are tired of dying
im not advocating anything
(d.a. levy – from Suburban Monastery Death Poem)

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There’s a bureaucrat with a hat made of pure
turbulence. He’s waiting for you at the Waffle
House behind a laminated menu. In his brief-
case are three glossies: one of Vladimir
Putin, one of Rimbaud, and one of a hot
Jupiter in Cygnus. There will not be time
for coffee time for toast. When time [...]

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(at being fat asses…)

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I get nostalgic for the red oaks just walking
down the street. When they pass out of sight,
I’m sure I’ll never see them again – it’s like
how a cat flips when anything slips behind a door,
or a child’s perplexity at peek-a-boo: we just don’t
know what keeps space spacing in our absence,
let alone trees treeing. [...]

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Nothing fails to conjure a carnival
atmosphere like a ferris wheel
on fire, except a ferris wheel atomized
or sucked through some bastard’s event
horizon. There’s a clown and there’s a
clown with all his bones broken. The hour’s
indecent for seltzer water. There’s a bearded
woman, there’s a bearded beard. The slapstick
was hard-earned and now it’s stuck. [...]

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