the whole thing is divisible by one
gloomy good looks
blooming blonde
save our sun
mind body and spirit
is that how you hear it
the dutiful daughters m
counting backwards
counting cowards
caring
for dementia parents
as the last of the good doctors says
‘here is where it’s good’
she broke a promise
like the best ones should
here is where the story ends
the arc
the conflict
a quick tale of how two or more
went to the store
and since bonsack machines made cigarettes cheap
well cheap enough to
get to the point
where you try to forget
how to
clean up after the inklings
but baby ain't the one
who's got the bends
who's got the bends
‘he is not doing well’
there is plastic everywhere
norwords
and
in other worlds
in the way
that women will begin
to clean up the place
before events are done
and
perhaps
because
he is
caught up and tangled in a
different kind of alone
than the ones that are known
he mumbled
a lot
‘i used to think that the ajc could
always count on me
to be
the kind of
threatening
deafening
insensitive to changes
in the weather
and the legislature
but
what hardness does the heart hold to’
a survey (in six-eight time) showed
that forty three percent
of your heart
is in your head
now that’s a lower figure than i’d expect
lower than the results from previous years
because the mystery deepens
as you age
and just when you think you know everything
you realize
the thread already snapped
when your head bent back
and you saw the sky
for the first of many times
and
somewhat surprisingly
it was just a bunch of simple motherfuckers
standing around apologizing to one another
the ones who are still on their way
will have increased demands
language drives practice
every four hours
as directed
by laziness sloth
and lack of understanding
these demands are so
demanding
the lido shuffle turns to
a sloe gin jive
and one little will
to try to survive
the cost
and the price
revelation had to be first hand
can you believe that
a slang romance
a harmonic vignette
murder he says
now that’s about as likely
as it would be
for patrick riedy to use an apostrophe
or to stand right up and make this decree
‘i wouldn't die for your sins
neither would i live for them’
ps called me 'hokey'
she has since called me worse
but that's okay it’s aight
we found out about her
just wait everything's straight
think of the night as a fire
and the only thing you need to do
is make sure the flames get higher
before you make your call and re-supply
from the sunshine south the hurricane house filled with dewars and doubt and a kangaroo couch within or without above and a bout of pity plowed through mirth mouths girls and gout the kind of hurt we write about that brings enough of a cloud
to bring down a hearse a horse or a house
the words didn't look that heavy
and even though they never die
today i hope they will
your head is in your hands
it used to be in mine
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