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Foreshadows
NIN came back today, running with sharp fur, screaming at me, for twisted purple minutes arriving soon and blurry hours coming at me, “I’m gonna burn this Whole World Down!” “Burn. Burn. Burn.”...
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Demanding Music
Demanding music is my fuel. Right now. Look at the orange bag, the dirty beard, the cigarette disintegrating the human, the white shirt with loud wrinkles, blocked by the angry truck. Listen to that...
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Perhaps, It Should Be Bach
Mahler adds a false drama to my winter afternoon. I’m the bear who’s been torn to bits by the shotgun, but I’m not. I’m the silent mouse, daintily crawling, searching for approval, strangled by all of...
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Brahms, Revisited without Tears for Today
. Brahms, Revisited without Tears for Today Brahms has the twitchy fuse, lighting me in acidic flames and the arguments inherited from old elephants, between piano and orchestra, are trudging – me, I...
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The Ladies Don’t Want to Be Here
Sadness blows gray puffs from her turquoise. Plugs don’t plug, and wires cross paths with irritable tempers floating on the scum of dirty rugs, where mirrors from monitors shatter self, bright logs...
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Memories That Terrify Beyond Their Aged Powers
A brief instant, coming back frequently, but not more than a spark, a tight frame, when I surely killed my son and a dear friend, one of those lashes where there is no possibility of survival barring...
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Oh, You Needy Spiritual Vacuum, You
Brahms brings out the writer in me as I sit here asking why there is nothing as beautiful as this guy’s meaty work (well, this is untrue because there is nothing more beautiful than whatever of my...
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Stop the Music, Only for a Moment
I asked him to stop the music, the raunchy, thrusting drums, sounding tinnish, cheap, back alley, but beautifully persistent tom-tomming so that I could open the giant egg on my right, the casket for...
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This One Lady
I know this crazy girl / her voice squirrels around like a fluctuating car horn with a dying bat- tery. She is silent often, but when she goes, she goes / it’s slow and steady and always breath- less....
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Strung Up
Motor-mouth machine, what part of me believes, hopes for happiness or peace? From mean to easy, neither works, for punk am I, from the long, wavy chords in Beethoven’s Number Two, his weakest, but so...
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Perhaps, It Should Be Bach
Mahler adds a false drama to my winter afternoon. I’m the bear who’s been torn to bits by the shotgun, but I’m not. I’m the silent mouse, daintily crawling, searching for approval, strangled by all of...
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Memories That Terrify Beyond Their Aged Powers
A brief instant, coming back frequently, but not more than a spark, a tight frame, when I surely killed my son and a dear friend, one of those lashes where there is no possibility of survival barring...
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Oh, You Needy Spiritual Vacuum, You
Brahms brings out the writer in me as I sit here asking why there is nothing as beautiful as this guy’s meaty work (well, this is untrue because there is nothing more beautiful than whatever of my...
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Stop the Music, Only for a Moment
I asked him to stop the music, the raunchy, thrusting drums, sounding tinnish, cheap, back alley, but beautifully persistent tom-tomming so that I could open the giant egg on my right, the casket for...
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This One Lady
I know this crazy girl / her voice squirrels around like a fluctuating car horn with a dying bat- tery. She is silent often, but when she goes, she goes / it’s slow and steady and always breath- less....
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Love Will Save You, I Heard, But It Won’t Save Me
The sound that rakes my spirit plows my flimsy, rotten body into mountains, my crinkly spirit sailing undetected, above, deluding my desires, spying the molten bodies fixed beneath me, still inspiring...
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Etude 2017-4 — Stacking Dishes Without Incident
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Etude 2017-5 — One Day My Dog Began to Love Me
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Etude 2017-6 — Walking Toward, Balking at Death
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Etude 2017-7 — We Think We Were Working
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