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To Play This Poem You must use a mind turntable. It is not available in eight track, cassette or CD. […]

Ashford, 2011 5am  Stark, ugly wasteland.  Sunlight taints the rotting walls,  Dust pillages doors.  8am  Children screeching, cars  Revving, congestion

The Scent of the Hand Soap Is Called “Leaves” Along the west perimeter of the parking garage, the side opens

The Ship Song  My ship is strong and carries all My friends and family with me. The sea can’t wreck

With A Calendar In Fading Light I Remember Amiri Baraka If we are bound to each other it’s by a

She Had her bright face — still, the light shined behind her in that purfle. I contacted her face &

Night Sweats Jewish graves desecrated. Dogs and other animals eating the corpses. Not everything is a metaphor for something else.

Crouch grass No one likes us. We don’t care . We’re the crouch grass army And we’ll grow anywhere! You

Man-made his god  Prayer for the World “Let the rain come and wash away the ancient grudges and the bitter

Drenched You are god-soaked — a hay dream that drenches the prairies and all of the haloes pour through You